Whispers echoing through the tree’s,
ghost like mist mingling,
seasons change
as the earth opens for the spring.

She kisses the grass
with her moist breath,

they sing a song
for the meadows,

and the birds
lay their eggs on top

the tree branches,
as the widow
searches frantically

for her lost lover.

She finds him
gasping for breath,

The forest is dying,
and the widow is left crying.

Seasons change,
all things change over time.

© By Amanda D Shelton