Always The Spring
Life has its seasons - its bright summer days,
Its autumns made poignant with memories' haze,
Its cold, lonely winters when bitter winds blow -
But always the crocus of Hope in the snow.
Always the day when the morning breaks through
And clouds break away to a skyful of blue.
Life has its seasons - its sun and its rain,
Its winter - but always the springtime again.
by Helen Lowrie Marshall
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1 comment:
I love Altered Books...
I have been working on one myself.
This book is my first...I don't really have a theme, it's mostly trial and error.
Thanks for sharing!
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