The French countryside that May
Was yellow with mustard
plants. What a feast.

The French countryside that May
Was yellow with mustard
plants. What a feast.

April in Paris.
Abundant with flowers
But not when we were there.

In Europe I saw
The leaves turn into gold.
What a grand sight indeed.

I have just learned from the lives
Of the young that you do not
burn bridges.

I observed that in life
You don’t get what
You want via a tantrum
