The open window invites the breeze
To sashay in from beneath the trees
Take a dance around a room or two
Sharing fresh air between me and you.
Enjoy the night times secret pleasure
Amidst the joys we all do treasure
Remember how fast the seasons fly
Before we each have to bid goodbye
As the nights grow cool before the dawn
And the years we loved are too soon gone !
Claire V. Bogdanos 