Yet deep in earth, worms silently repair

The Seasons

The season alters 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 beings too.
Each day our loved one looks the same to us
And yet the body alters like leaves do.
Small changes made with neither noise nor fuss
.We change into transparent ghosts of self
Thus totter down the avenue of life
Death approaches with its common stealth.
To separate the husband and the wife.
In winter all is black and we despair
Yet deep in earth, worms silently repair