The coming of winter is unwelcomed…
As the chilly tendrils festoon the dank and bare landscape.
Summer is a distant memory,
And the season of betrayal is at large.
The warmth has given way to cold,
And the drabby vision bares its colourless vesture.
But such is nature’s reason…
That all things must pass
Before the light of recovery blesses the rebirth of hope…
The inevitable loss of that which was first gained
Holds sway to that which is replaced…
And the end is merely the beginning in the cycle of life.