Seasons
I met you in the spring
when flowers peeked shyly from beneath tiny buds
when the grass was struggling to restore its
magnificent green
birds singing so sweetly lyrical tunes that drifted
into azure skies
and I was wrapped in loves arms, whole and complete
The summer rose and heated us beneath its surging swell
of hazy hot skies
we tumbled tumultuously limb upon luscious limb
on beaches filled with softest golden sand
the garden of my body and emotion
you entered and filled me with heat stroking, arousing, sensory love
and I was blissfully in love, whole and complete
Fall was all too soon upon us
leaves floated haphazardly to the cold ground
as the remembered green lusciousness of nature in all its glory
faded away, leaving a starker reality of its beauty
so like the fall our love changed, losing its brilliance
but maintaining a gentle glow, that still captivated but was
losing its tightly grasped hold on our hearts
like the flowers clinging to the last gasps of life
we were the same, making excuses now for what was unfulfilling
but was familiar and still warming
and I was at the window of love, gazing at what had been,
Then blew the cold winds of winter, with its frost
covering the dampened ground
our emotions lay frozen and dormant
the images of the past year imprinted upon our minds and hearts
but still we were incomplete, going through the motions
never really being able to recapture that heated surging warmth
the bubble of lust and love that had so enveloped us
and so we struggled to bend and blow, to find a new direction
unable to determine the course
like those winter winds that swirl and churn always changing
direction, mindless but continuing the journey until the end
and we were lost as well, adrift in the wind
staring ahead at the vast emptiness that spanned before us
love was dying, we could not stem the bleeding, and so it flowed
With the first great snowfall that blanketed the already
barren ground, you were gone, taking your heat and strength
leaving only memories left to warm and comfort me in those
dark days of winter
finally our seasons of love had drifted away
followed by rivers of tears to wash away the happiness and
leave deep sadness in its place
sadness for all that had been
and now was no longer
I was alone, left to float upon the seas of loneliness
with no loving hands to reach and pull me into loves shore
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