The Seasons

The seasons alter imperceptibly;
No point exact which demonstrates the turn.
Yet soon come changes which our eyes can see
Leaves dry and crack,;the acers seem to burn.
And so it is with human creatures too.
Each day our loved one looks unchanged to us
And yet the body alters like leaves do.
Small changes made with neither noise nor fuss.
We  are  transparent ghosts of  our old selves
And  struggle down the avenue of life
Soon death approaches with its common stealth.
And separates the husband and the wife.
In winter all is black and we despair
Yet, deep in earth,worms silently prepare.