Winter was coming

I didn't see the seasons,

I missed the glistening, powder puff snow
that lay on the cold, hard ground
only fading away at Easter.

Crashing thunder and a deluge
which soaked the fields,
quietened and dried without a second glance.
New green leaves unfurled alone. 

Then the sun beat down hot for months on end.
Summer clung on in warm strong winds.
Conkers fell all at once. 

All I saw was you.

Then I looked up and winter was coming.