The First Day of Fall
(Sun Series #3)

Cross the Bridge

beyond that rushing river
past the steaming spring
someone made an (almost) secret garden
long ago…
one with hidden fountains
of the clearest mountain water
and walls of mountain stone
in every shade of green…
those walls are not so high
nor the brambles there so thick
that my love could not find me
you know it wasn’t long thereafter
that the dipper spied us dancing
together on the lawn

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