Seasons
Seasons come, then they go
Vivaldi's Four the way doth show.
Spring forth new life,
Summer warm in the sun
Autumn leaves the trees all bare,
Winter snows to cool the air.
© Dave Timperley 2012
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2012
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