Autumn is Rushing After Summer

You paint the feelings white with snow. A rain of gloom on cloudy days. The flowers in a vibrant show. Love makes the shadow fade Away. Autumn is rushing after summer, And spring is running after snow. What we have is love, or maybe a feeling Only we can know. Autumn will let the summer go, Winter yields to spring's embrace. So was it love? Just maybe so. Feelings that we can't erase. A February blizzard's dance. Our wounded souls burn and ache. The autumn leaves draw out a chance. A name of love a storm would Break. Autumn is rushing after summer, Spring is running after snow. What we have is love, or maybe a feeling Only we can know. Autumn will let the summer go, Winter yields to spring's embrace. So was it love? Just maybe so. Feelings that we can't erase. The storm has quieted, left its trace, But time won't give a simple key. In this chaotic swirling space, I'm trying to find a life for me. Autumn is rushing after summer, And spring is running after snow. What we have is love, or maybe a feeling Only we can know. Autumn will let the summer go, Winter yields to spring's embrace. So was it love? Just maybe so. Feelings that we can't erase. Echoes of life. I'm trying to find, Maybe.