Amid the many storms this winter;
Peace and a white/pink glow
Were much appreciated by folk of the river. And now, the daffodils, the roses starting up... the lotus spikes in the watery shallows
All will change.
All will grow. Each season has its beauties.
I wave backward to the snow and the sleet.
The peace and the quiet, so special and insulated. Four seasons, more or less... officially only?
No, still in force.
For now.
For now.
The times, they ARE a 'changing.