CherylWho

Spring should not be time for goodbyes Trees budding.  Forsythia blooms. A harbinger of Spring-- Robins boasting on the lawn Pecking, preening, singing their song of Winter past The Song of Hope No, Spring should not be for Goodbyes. In Summer, with the grit of sand Almost a comfort between our toes The clack of cobbles on an empty stretch of beach Singing the Song of Sirens Of love deeper than the Sea No, Summer should not be for Goodbyes. Autumn with it's Indian Summer Laughing warm upon our faces The bright Harvest Moon Shines as perfect kisses are given Moonlight caresses and beckons us to love No, Autumn shoul