Poetry: Seasons

                                                                  Seasons

Many seasons have passed

since we met.

Tiny wrinkles and creases

have sneaked in

to mark tiny paths.

Yet, when I look at you

I see you as you are now,

but I also see within you

the young lover when we met,

that time tries to hide.

But I still see and smile,

Many seasons have passed.

tch   c. 2018:  Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons