The days of Winter, will soon appear,
Snow and ice, that some do fear,
Will be here, before year is done,
Then we'll wish, for the Summer sun.

I have lost her now,
it is what I see.
Lost the brightness in here eyes
Now she has lost her memory.
Her memory of the life of ours,
remembering nothing of before;
where we lived and much more.
I worry as our life is not the same
knowing now she remembers my name.
At least she knows on this day,
uncertain how long it will stay.

Azaleas, so pretty to see.
Are you a plant
or a miniature tree?

A frosty morning
Flowered buds all closed
Opening with the Sun