sharp the summer, fair the fall,
overgrown the pathway lies,
seasons of transitioning
soon to fossilize —
soon the winter, then the spring,
overtrod the pathway dark,
leaves like seasons disappear,
as new ones
embark
he told her, “soon,”
and then he said goodbye.
the lake lay still
in calm simplicity,
she was a girl
so very much in love,
who didn’t know
how fickle boys
could be
To share is human:
