Whispers

A blanket of white in the early dawn,

Spring snow falls gently, then is gone.

Whispers of winter in the warming air,

A fleeting chill we silently share.

The world is hushed, in soft embrace,

Flakes melt away without a trace.

Like words we spoke, then left behind,

Lingering moments, tender, kind.

Your hand in mine, we watch it fall,

A quiet beauty, fragile, small.

It comes, it goes, a transient show,

Much like the love we used to know.

Spring snow melts, as morning breaks,

Leaving behind the paths we take.

But in that brief and tender fall,

I felt it all, I felt it all.