IT WAS

It was in the spring

Beneath the canopy of oak boughs

Where you kissed me for the first time

It was in the summer

In the dappled shade of the same oak

Where you said I do

It was in the autumn

Beneath the falling leaves of oak

Where you were laid to sweet repose

Now it’s winter

And the oak boughs are as empty as my life

But soon I will join you dear wife