Seasons of love - Haiku poem
Seasons of love - Haiku of love
The seasons of love are as wonderful as the seasons of nature. Each season has a special significance and time in our life. I do not question love when it comes, I embrace it with open arms, I do not question love when it goes, I open my arms again to set it free. Somehow this philosophy of life has been the best I have pursued so far, love your neighbor as yourself.
The spring, the season of love brings with it hope and warmth, followed by passion and heat of the summer which brings all things to fruition. Then comes the flamboyant display of colors and flaming fires, a last ditch attempt before the decline. The magic of this season needs to be experienced to be understood, like the proverbial swans song. Does love freeze? Can there be beauty in winter? Do frozen landscapes fill us with hope? In a way they do, because buried under it are memories of beauty, passion, warmth, tenderness that have now gone to seed, only to wake up again in a full circle of love. Love never stops giving.. selfishness does.. Dare to love...
Haiku of love
In the tender warmth,Young hearts aglow with love,
Passions afire now!
Raining leafy colors,
Swirling magic in the air,
Solemn trees now stand bare!
Blazing autumn skies,
Ardent desire flutters wild,
Burned down to dust!
Frozen tears catching the light,
Bowed down with weight!
Frosty wind, bitter cold,
Dead hearts chilled to the core,
Stolid, stark darkness!
Fast love, lost love,
Life’s winter looms large,
Fading light, gray skies!
Yearning for some warmth,
Of love, to bud and bloom,
Is there any room?
