Farewell (at last)

Send us Fan MailFarewell (at last)Whispers of light and shadows across the morning, the sound of the springtime wind, invisible, in waves and tides across the shimmering, the morning skieswill bring.For through the opening, the dawn of passing clouds, and the flickering of shadows of new born leaves,  beyond the grumble of lawnmowers, and above the smell of freshly mown grass, beneath the cherry blossom of moonlightwinter bids farewelland leaves,at last. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]