Lonely Love

He waited for her. He sat quietly, all alone, and waited; and waited, and waited. She never came. Eventually, sad and dejected he left. He was never seen again. Some say he left and died alone of a broken heart. Others say he left and found love again in a distant, distant land. No one knows for sure. They only know that a love that had held so much promise withered and died like a rose in winter.

The Sounds of the Seasons

Summer stomps in loud and boisterous, the sound of the ocean and roller coasters.
Fall sneaks in on leaf muffled feet with the soft crackle of campfire.
Winters snows fall quietly, at first, then howl while they stay.
Spring walks in as gentle rains and songs of baby birds.