Where has our summer gone
I still lament
my lil' dotted friend
you ram'bling tenant of the bush
bits of green still remind
of what will come
vacant lives now
rest and rest
soon pink sunrise
will reflect longing
no regrets in a winter's wail
searching
hoping
loving
hints of blue rays
rendezvous with new days
where have we been
so long
on these worn worn paths
simply waiting
simply waiting
s.wilson
Can you believe it's Sunday again in Australia...we're all over at Hey, Harriet's Place...come on over for a spell...
