The Seasons
Four movements, like a symphony, each sound brushing softly, a stroke of colors, a patchwork quilt of life. Birds return, leaving whispers a tapestry unfurling, early blooms expand like laughter. Each shift awakens new dreams.
- AR Ammons
The Seasons
Four movements, like a symphony, each sound brushing softly, a stroke of colors, a patchwork quilt of life. Birds return, leaving whispers a tapestry unfurling, early blooms expand like laughter. Each shift awakens new dreams.