Seasons

The fall was harsh, the winter was bitter.

A frozen field failed to yield spring life

except for one flower. It was no quitter.

It pushed and pounded on the ice in strife

 

Alas, the bud could not break out alive

In the distance, a bird saw its fight.

The bird’s quick beak and swooping dive

Cracked the ice and gave the flower light

 

Growing stronger as the summer came

The flower bloomed brighter than before

The bird took fondness: gave it a name

Well, it must be clever; how about Amor?

 

 

 

 

A springtime friend dried my tears

A summertime whirlwind held my hands

An autumn time connection kissed my

body in a way that turned self-deprecation into adoration

A life-long partner loved me through the

cold, dark winter; warmer together 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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