Simon-the-Almighty

as autumn creeps along onto my doorstep and the months on the calendar are getting scarce, i take the time to look at the world beyond my window pane. the world outside is dying now. trees shedding, flowers wilting, forests bare and sparse. the sunflowers that once stood so proud and tall are shrivelling, curling in on themselves, readying for death and to never exist again. soon it will be winter, and then there will be nothing. but the one thing i look forward to in what seems like desolate emptiness is that with spring comes you.

when the sun is out and shining bright we laugh and talk right through the night but when rain falls and things turn grey you turn around and walk away.