by Gregory Trotchie25 Jan 2019
In winter spring summer and fall if I had you, I'd have it all. Your hypnotic bouquets of springtime fare, my imagination I do not spare. The fruits of your devotion rate second to none and all have enjoyed this labor of love. In the autumn I embrace your fragrant memories, as I watch natures way of moving on. Her magic paint-brush steals my breath, with scarlet, cerise, crimson and gold, This brilliant canvas soon turns to frost, I know you'll be back, our love is not lost.