0.00
(0 votes)
You must login to vote
|
|
|
Autumn Love is mature and warm
Surviving Spring and Summer’s Storms
First love blooms in Spring’s first kiss
Young hearts lost in nature's bliss
The Bird of Youth flies high and strong
Spring is when we hear his song
Summer sun brings reality
And no assurance of constancy
The Rose is Queen in Summer’s Sun
But falls to earth when season’s done
Winter is lonely, dark and cold
Without Autumn's love, as we grow old.
Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved).
------
Grandma Bea
|
On The Cross At Calvary
