The leaves are running pastA little fragile bird holds on Tiny things swirl wildly freeI walk close to life Each cold breath tells me a secretAnd my h..
Soft light streams through window's laceBringing reflections of garden's graceWhilst roses raised with loving-mindReach to the rays of summer-shineI m..
Approaching the hour of sun's death............... a smaller world of quiet reminisceshall grieve the loss of breathful daysoh loss..of little hearts ..