Spring is my lady’s domain
Autumn the field of her brother
Winter waits on yarning old women
Summer sweeps in young children’s laughter.
Time is the tale of seasons
Space present in jumbles of ways
My friends dance in the streets of lifetime
God catches men home full by joy-worn days.
To God be all glory.
Hi Lisa
ReplyDeleteWhen you going to write something new? I really like your writing and read your every post. tell me if I can find you anywhere else and can read you?
Pardon my english.
Regards,
Hajra.