Restless hearts, it has been along time,
Out here on the journey, for a glimpse of paradise,
It’s getting hard to find a place to go,
Where peaceful water flow.
— Chris de Burgh
Home is where the heart is.
Outside my window in my parents’ house. The Weekly Photo Challenge: Home.
‘Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.
– Thomas Moore
More snow. Seems like winter is getting a foot in the door…
Listen to an ethereal recording of the poem set to music here.
Spring had its moment of sunshine and mirth;
We witnessed the wonder of nature’s rebirth.
Summer was splendid, we laughed and we danced
In squares and on beaches from Finland to France.
For glorious Autumn did nature explode
In radiant colours: scarlet and gold.
Now the leaves have all fallen, the skies turned to gray,
We can hardly remember a bright summer’s day.
Spirits are drooping as nature grows stark,
Nighttime comes early, and morning is dark.
But be not despondent and winter will bring
Christmas and snowflakes, skating, and spring.
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Jake’s Sunday Challenge: City.