SEASONS

Love first met me on Winters’ day  
planting seeds in Spring’s delay.
Then from my once so frozen heart
the waters’ poured a budding start.

Love took me by the hand away,   
to give herself a season.
Oh to this fact she must be sure
Life never was so pleas’n.

Love lent her breadth to every thought    
with one unique a’ reason.
How solely to experience
the Season of her seasons.

Love took me by the hand, to play    
within her dream delighted.
So joined the Spirit of the day
with night, the vision heightened.

I took Love by the heart to say    
thank you for this gift so rare.
The gentle, kindred tender care
that has dawned this brand new day.

Love then released my heart to gray    
whispered of another day.
Then parting in a sorrowed tear
Love she drew her hand away.