Wings

i see autumn in your face
leaves fall in your eyes
i see the yellows and browns
that swirl deep inside 
i see the changing trees
and the birds that fly
i see winter in your past
a snowdrift against your door
of a relationship
that suddenly became no more
howling winds that blow
and a coldness
that just never seems to go
i see spring in our present
the changing of things
the blossoming of hope
even though the past clings
there just could be the days
when we finally find our wings.




James Garratt – Tuesday 13th May 2008