Seasons

It’s Spring
The daisies bloom in fields
The bluebirds sing in trees
The streams murmur happily
The world is renewed
But my heart is in a desolate winter
because you are gone from me.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. View all posts by BobBoyd