Call it anything

It was a month in spring, life without a lull,
when she came along, riding on a song.
the flowers were in bloom, unseen was the hull.
That loony train, that feeling there aint nothing wrong.

On came the summers and the sun shone high,
that lovely wind and the clear sky,
the kiss the embrace, against time a race.
Laughters and giggles, things falling in place.

It slipped into the fall and those leaves were shed,
Off went the cuckoos and the vultures gathered.
The turf was pale as the signs of winter appeared.
The last mile was to be run in the blinding night.

It was winter- the sun the moon the stars all buried in snow
Scratched the surface but to find it was frozen below.
As I lurched waiting for snow to melt,
everything froze and death’s grip was felt.
Silence.