The seasons move on
Yet my palette still says fall
And the birds sing spring.

The seasons move on
Yet my palette still says fall
And the birds sing spring.

Come on people now
Try to love one another
Right here and right now.

Dream of distant land
Where foggy mountains meet sea
And sea gulls laughter.

Long grey winter days
Just below the woodland ground
Flowers wait to bloom.

After all these years
You are still the one I love
My own Valentine

Life is full of curves
Some cold as ice and frozen
And then the spring comes.

Cold wind, leaves rattle
Crows move across pine tree tops
Horses buck, frolic.

Over bare branches
Winter sun sets a back glow
Across the pasture

Big winter rain now
Horses prance and buck in wind
Then settle in stall.

Lil’ hidden treasure
Dances in the winter brush
Flirting with the wind.
