The pleasantest of Seasons' days
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall...
To capture beauty in them all:
First soft-falling snow; and fire's glow,
Northward migrants' call Spring enthralls,
Warm days, watermelon cold, Summer's gold,
Harvest color dusty falls when Autumn calls,
And every moment lends its hue
To every moment that I have with you.
To know that gold lasts but a day
Drives us to make it earn its pay.
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 7:48 AM UTC
The pleasantest of Seasons' days
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall...
To capture beauty in them all:
First soft-falling snow; and fire's glow,
Northward migrants' call Spring enthralls,
Warm days, watermelon cold, Summer's gold,
Harvest color dusty falls when Autumn calls,
And every moment lends its hue
To every moment that I have with you.
To know that gold lasts but a day
Drives us to make it earn its pay.
Our time is precious.
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