Poem written Feb 02

Spring's remembrance

is of flowers,

rain and the golden sun

as we embrace.

Summer is full of

warm dry air.

Heat is tempered by the

wind blowing love's intention

into our hearts.

Fall brings cloudless skies

with a full moon in a jet black sky.

It is not out of a lack of neatness,

but we make a mess

of neatly laid sheets.

Winter lays a white top soil

so cold yet so pure.

A call to love is

so innocent.

Seasons are a circuitous path

of the earths tilting.

Love is just a path

created between us

where we walk together.