Love Poetry

Seasons of Love

A tale as old as Time

“Whisper Me a Kiss” — colored pencil on 60lb paper, original artwork by the poet

Seasons change, following the pattern of forever… a pattern as old as Time. And in every time… to everything there is a season. The poem, “Seasons of Love” employs the universal metaphor of Life in the passage of time. It’s the changing through the year as the seasons of our lives through the loves and losses we experience before coming to rest in the heart of our forever love.

Infographic created in Adobe Photoshop with the original artwork above, by the poet

Seasons of Love

Soft and gentle Summer love…
When did share love’s first kiss…
‘Pon my lips flutter as wings of a dove.
We shall always remember this.

Autumn come with love’s deep need…
A space… a while… a hand I grasped…
To stay a time, yet end and heed…
’Tis not he will share thy days unto the last.

Winter heart too cold… too cold to sing…
In sun too dim, and dark too bright…
For Greed has no love to bring…
And Love for Greed will give no light.