Wednesday 21st October 

Change arrives, a quiet sigh 
Skies grew grey before my eye 

Bright would fade, dark would loom
Fleeting joy, a passing gloom 

In and out, this ebb and flow 
As the world appears, you know 

Radiant warmth to chilling drip 
Constant journey on life's ship 

When the grey descends once more 
I'll wait for sun to grace the floor 

Love you so much 

xxxxx