Your voice returned like gentle autumn rain
Unraveling days I stitched with quiet pain
The leaves replied with trembling gold and red
Recalling every promise once we said
Winter arrived with soft and endless white
A hush that wrapped our memories in light
Your distant warmth still flickered through the cold
A spark refusing ever to grow old
Spring opened pathways back to where we stood
Where hope began before the world understood
Your laughter sprouted green beneath my feet
Turning each shadow into something sweet
Summer then rose with confidence and fire
A golden hymn composed of pure desire
No matter how the changing winds appear
Your voice engraves its rhythm year to year