by Simon and Garfunkel
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old.
*photo from here
2 comments:
That is a wonderful photo. Did you take that?
I did not. It's credited at the bottom of the post. Isn't it lovely?
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