That Season of the Year

It seems but yesterday that I said my first shy hello to Joan in winter time. That season she was home from high school by her father's leave from distant state and clime. Her smile rent my young rogue heart clean that day and she poured a small vile of peace therin. Such calming spirit nice did gently lay and seeped thoughout this being's soul within. Inane words came from my tongue I confess, but cared not I to be some kind of joke. Her eyes said she was happy nonetheless to be with me until her time was broke. Chance meeting, life turned sharply by the fates. In time becomming youngish loving mates.l I