Time Of You

by Diarmuid Hunt

Day dawns,
night falls.
Spring comes,
then Autumn leaves.

Just as the sun rises,
and warms my body,
you come and warm my soul.

But night falls
and the cold comes creeping,
darkness enshrouded, lonely.

Waiting, for the vim of spring,
takes an eternity,
for you to make me alive,

all too soon, gusts come
leaves are twisted in fury,
barren Winter comes again.

Always left longing for life
waiting for Winter to pass
and night's end near.

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