It started in the fall
Sunlight on her hair
It whispered to the moon
Stars took it all from there,
Now that was long ago
But the orchestra still plays
Notes of love and laughter
As it did in those early days,
Yes it started in the fall
With sunlight on her hair
When the moon and stars
Stitched them as a pair.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
12:30 PM April 29, 2012