Winter Comes

Winter comes
always too soon,
before our hearts are ready
to let go.

Let us hold closely,
through the dark and cold,
the memory of summer,
and the promise.

Let the memory
and the promise
shine within us.

Good-bye comes
always too soon,
before our hearts are ready
to let go.

Let us hold closely,
through the dark and cold,
the memory of her (his) presence,
and the promise.

Let the memory
and the promise
shine within us.

Deborah Cooper