The wind blows the sand
Into the long whitened grass
And into our hair,
Lovers lying together,
Waiting for Summer.
Category Archives: Spring
Seasons
Aside
Now falls the blossom on the snow
As through the cherry March winds blow
And through my heart the seasons flow.
1989
Into Italian sunshine
The snows of the Alps
Changed into Spring blossom
As we moved southwards
Into Italian sunshine.
Venice. April 1976
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