Troosha's autumn poem brought this one to mind...
HOMESTEAD: The Dutch Door It was spring and everything was new-- Life and love and everything, and everything we planted grew! The door you'd made was open wide, the scent of new wood on the air that brought the warmth of spring inside and stirred your soft and tawny hair... Summer came and baby's laughter rang through the vine-thick upper frame, and all the lullabies I sang... while lower, latch secure, kept little wandering feet within. Oh, summers then were sweet and pure... So many summers... Sign in to see full entry.