December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond frosting the pane obscuring summer's memory
#December being the last month of the year cannot help but make us think of what is to come.
#August rain: the best of the summer gone and the #new fall not yet born The odd uneven #time...
#July is the #time when expectations are at their peak May the days be ever in your favor..
#March on Do not tarry To go forward is to move toward perfection #March on and fear not the thorns or the sharp stones on life's path..
September: it was the most beautiful of words he’d always felt evoking orange-flowers swallows and regret