Winter
The blues set in
I cry, weeping into the abyss
Why, oh why, won’t you come close
What I did was never discussed
Maybe you’ve decided, I’m not good enough
~
Spring blooms
I feel refreshed and new
Believing, I’m finally over missing you
Accepting, our fate, you for who you are
Me for always having been too late
Images of what could be, consuming
~
Summer arrives
My body sizzles as I get lost
Alive with your scent on mine
Longing to fulfill desires
Your name boldly rushing within my veins
Water over takes, I feel your waves
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Fall begins
Brown sets in
A final call for you to arrive
This feeling of love held deep inside
I want, I need, I must, yet, distrust
Your promises falling through, I need you
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A simple ride through the season…like the simple ride through life. I enjoyed the swings of emotions, and the sense that we will do it all again ~ experience all that there is to offer from life.
That is exactly what I wanted you to feel while reading this poem. Just simply accept the seasons for what they are, if they are, correct? Yes, I’d like to keep summer around as much as humanly possible, however. It could just be me, but seems like it is the most fun. 🙂
For some reason I like spring and fall the best…the re-birth of green and life only to be matched in the fall with the inevitable end 🙂
Yes, a very romantic way of looking at life.
Read the first line and wondered, whether I just missed something. 🙂
Followed by a great wave of relief, the matter had moved on towards the now, thank you very much.
Sorry to worry you… 🙂
A simple ride through the seasons. You are very welcome.
Looking forward. 😀
🙂
I love the seasons here. Is it a bit of a loop–emotionally, I mean?
Yes, tis a loop, Duke. ( I wrote this while thinking of my sister. The anniversary of her son’s death is approaching and her faith is always challenged during the month of May.) Summer, well…that was strictly for me. *smiles bigly*
Oh dear. I’m sorry to hear about that! (Who’s the summer about?)
Thank you. We both know he’s okay. (Hmm. Here we go again…)
And that’s just awesome. (Yes! Now…now. Attend, madam!)
It is awesome. (Attend?)
That means answer the above question!
You’re so bossy sometimes… *smiles* I do like that ‘!’ you’re using in an effort to make me answer you. How badly do you want to know, Duketh? Tis a dream of mine, probably.
I always want answers…
Maybe that’s your clue.
Get ready for summer, Audrey. Are you?
I’m ready for summer! Are you, Mark?
Played golf in my shorts and shirt sleeves today, Audrey. Damn straight finally feels like summer. But that’s another poem.
You did! Hooray! How’d you do? Warm, then? Tis here, too. I’m toasting like corn out there. Loving some pool time. And….do you have one for me??
Finishing up my golf post for tomorrow a.m. as I pleasantly divert my attention to great conversation with you. I got a photo of two young foxes in a yard off the seventh hole. Small, kind of blurry, but you will see them on my blog! ‘Twas six of them dancing on a deck. They are fast. No poem for you. Yet. I will. For you.
I can’t wait to see the foxes of a lotses. 🙂 How cool is that! They were not dancing, Mark. LOL
Thank. You. Kindly. My friend. *waits sweetly*
It’s all over far too soon!
Leslie