When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May she will stay
Resting in my arms again
June she'll change her tune
In restless walks she'll prowl the night
July she will fly
And give no warning to her flight
August die she must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September I remember
A love once new has now grown old
I spent some time with Reuben (see below) today. I have to take him in on Saturday. I hope I can be strong enough to do this. I will miss him.
