Our love came in the gentle Spring,
So sweet and fresh and true -
When we were young and unafraid,
And all was clear and new.
It blossomed in the Summertime,
And came to fullest bloom -
We lay beneath the Cedar Tree,
Our love there to consume.
But in the chill of Autumn mist,
It then began to wane -
No longer did we feel the joy,
Nor would we e’er again.
So as the Winter gripped our hearts,
Our hands then slipped apart -
We said goodbye and turned away,
As love did then depart.
Metaphorically perfect in four part harmony. Reminds me of an old Paul Simon song, April, come she will......
Your portrayal of the seasons of love has transported my thoughts into a world of nostalgic anguish that I would cherish to feel... When Valerie spins her beans who can help not bending down and picking them up?
Very beautifullt and smoothly your thoughts go with flow and rhythm of seasons. It ends in a gloomy wintry note.
Similiar to my Seasons Of Life, but much better. I hope this is not a true story. At least your love and ability with poetry has not departed-another10
How beautifully expressed! It touched my heart.... A profound write!
So sad, like the seasons change so can love change! Superb write!
such a beautiful write using the seasons as a backdrop. I like very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sad story that touches the heart. But then, it sets for the reality of life. Again, beautifully penned and finely set.