This is my Top Post these days, from the Archives. So I will reprint it anew here, with a different image.
I’ve learned that love is eternal and that new dreams can always begin–at any age.
Beginnings may be tiny like a seed planted in spring that becomes a nasturtium in summer (picture from antiqueclipart.com).
November Wisconsin countryside
Bare trees elegant against the sky
Colors in the landscape muted now
October’s glory is gone
And love grows eternally
Published in SMILE (Fall/Winter, 2008-2009).