swallow
fly away home
always reaching
new destinations
the call of spring rings true
as do the leaves of autumn
when summer has gone
and winter has come
parting of the ways
leave behind sweet memories
of bygone days
Category: Winter
Roses
In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
cold moon
cold light of the moon
shines down upon me
frost bit grass
lies under my feet
I feel the winter wind
but do not hide from it
let it pass over
to remind me of her face
