It’s a season of promise that all’… Heaven smiles; yeah! The future’s… All we see, hear, touch! What a d… Nature’s beauty has cast a magical… Sadly, spring will eventually bid…

Few thousand miles swallows travel Twice a year in mass migration To party somewhere temperate Avoid winter hibernation The swallows leave Capistrano

I once believed that I would wed A classmate dear, my future set But life took turns, unknown ahead And led to joys I won’t forget Pleasant adventures filled my life

Fall at last; daylight savings now… Got an extra hour to linger in bed But days seem shorter, evenings co… Alerting us of cold weather ahead! Now autumn leaves smother fields o…

Overhead the mid-day sun’s heat sc… None to drink since morn temperatu… Less than a mile to go Soon endgame he’ll know Though ahead in the woods; hostile…

There’s a billion and a half reaso… I stand in line, hoping for a wind… So that I’ll relish the rest of m… Aaaah! The magical power of the b… F Aparici 01/13/2016

She’s my butterfly princess From the day that she was born Over fifteen years ago She’s my sunshine every morn Lovely lady she now is

center he waited for this weekend like he did no other he will see his love; they will be together

Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies

The biting wind howls A drunk insolent hound The moon and stars Nowhere to be found The night dreary and cold

Afterglow on a warm summer evening Driving home after a hard day’s wo… The radio’s on; love songs filled… Sweet melodies, in him, they lit a… Several callers told their stories

In my twilight years An abundance of leisure That; I have for sure! But the days are featureless The hours dull and colorless

Plumes of thick grey smoke rising A few miles in the distance Just our hopes and dreams burning Our nation ne’er had a chance! Sadly, thieves still rule the land

She sat on the porch watching the… In a swing, she and her love sat e… But now she sits all alone and in… Praying it will go away, and none… © F Aparici

Just can’t paint, nor write songs Sadly I take terrible pictures to… But I do the next best thing I write about it, for me and you So, always armed with pen and pape…