This week’s Sunday Photo Fiction marks the return from a four-week vacation to New Zealand and back and I made the decision not to write while I was away and to take a break.
This week’s entry is a short poem for a change. I inputted the photo and this is what came out.
It could be said that romance buds in Spring,
blooms in Summer,
matures in Autumn,
and takes refuge in Winter,
but that’s just looking through a convenient poetical window.
In reality, romance doesn’t wait for the seasons;
It waxes and wanes spontaneously,
as it wishes.