Seasons

Good evening all … Been a long emotional day today. So I thought I would share a little love ditty I wrote many, many moons ago. It was a late night poem. This I know - as unusually I wrote down both time "22;43" and date "April 4 1995. On the piece of wall paper I had written it on. I know not why it was scrawlled on a jagged piece of wall paper, but suspect as always, when the need takes me I just pen onto the nearest thing.

Seasons

Autumn leaves, fallen and blow.
Summer fields, bloom and grow.
Though seasons change, of yesteryear.
Tis love, rest-assured I'll always be here.


By Helen Stallard
February 3  2014