stem to flower
when spring
meets summer
once again
Category: summer
Roses
In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
Birds
if we could talk to birds
what would they say
would it be the arrival of spring
each twittering chatter
a whistle or two
heading into summer
such commotion
and synchronicity
as we fall into autumn
are they still with us
the weather becoming colder
in winter time
Echoes of Life 