By Michael Alibrando
sights of snow falling
into your ebony hair
warms my winter heart
. . . . .
the warmth of your smile
popping up when flowers bloom
springs in to my mind
. . . . .
beaming down so hotly
solar rays of summer heat
your love of me cools
. . . . .
winter, spring, summer,
autumn into this place falls
each and every year
Copyright October 14, 1996 Michael Alibrando
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