The Places I Love

The cottage in the summer
Filled with laughter, joy and friendship.
Sitting by the lake
A cool breeze blowing my hair
Watching the sun rise
Over the crystal clear water.

The woods in the fall.
The trees dancing in the wind
Clothed in fine garments of gold.
Leaves crackling beneath my feet
Geese soaring above.

The fields in the winter,
Covered in a pure white blanket of snow.
The wind pulling in all directions
Tugging at the moon in the evening sky.

Home in the spring
With flowers budding in the garden,
awakening from a long winter sleep.
All of nature is silent
Even the wind holds its breath

For the new beginning.