The wheel of seasons

The wheel of seasons turns
The birds are nesting
The days are long
The days are growing warm

The wheel of seasons turns
You enjoyed your last spring
In the year of silence
When none would venture forth

The wheel of seasons turns
When summer neared completion
and the days grew shorter
as your days grew shorter

When autumn arrived
with mellow sunshine
your world had shrunk
to your own very own room

As the final day broke
and the shadows flew away
you left us
into the brightness of the sun

Station incident

The train of hope
was held at
a signal at black

The points were set against
a flight
to hope

The wheels of fate
turned to
a flight to death

Memories

You were there
when I was traipsing
the hills and moors
of the island

They were there
keeping me company
the hills and moors
of the island

The hail and snow
the wind and rain
the lochs and streams
of the island

I found myself again
in the silence of Langadale
in the roar of the Atlantic
around the island

You have now gone
but are still there
in my memories
of all those years