Could it be, that time ago, Ere biting wind, crisp leaves below. Parade of hues my breath did stole, Regale my eyes, embrace my soul. Veneer of white, a lonely stage, Now life suspends, I disengage. Retreat for now, inside to rest, Will I survive this bitter test? Oho! I shan’t repress my glee, MyContinue reading “A Springtime Cadence”
