Spring, again
seasons come and go.
Thoughts of you persist,
wondering
how you are coming along,
this season or last season
it seems to run together.
I think in circles when it comes
to you, endless loops.
Resolution, I'm told
is what I need,
at this age it makes me smile.
Passage of time
continues, life moves on
the procession of seasons,
still you're there in my mind.