Yearlong
If ever I would leave you, it would be in Winter
with a mix of sleet and rain.
Sleet, to complicate our bittersweet falling-apart.
Rain, to masquerade my tears.
If ever I would call you, it would be in Springtime
asking if the roses came
and then hoping you had a very Happy Birthday.
I might hint that I’m lonely.
If ever I would see you, it would be in Summer
with the smell of new mown grass
as we are walking the paths of the Public Garden
and kissing by the Lagoon.
If ever I would return, it would be in Autumn
when the trees are their brightest
the air is its freshest, and you are your loveliest.
That would be my happiness.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Category: Love
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The journey back to our lover can be hazardly long and you pen the seasons it takes to find happy endings so well Phil. I love the first stanza of cold winter's bitter-sweet parting. A favourite for me is your Yearlong.
Thank you, Fay. For sure those days can be hazardous, and the loss devastating, but the reunion also certainly as joyous. Thanks again for your kind remarks.
Wonderful emotive words Phil, those fours seasons can bring such different thoughts in l our love.
Andy
Thank you, Andy for your most encouraging comments.
Good write MF.
See ya then - in Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, whenever!
Thanks, Orch. Anytime at all. It's bound to be seasonal.
this has more than just a hint of an autobiographical flavour to it .. and the aftertaste is oh' so sweet ... if I had favourites Phil, this would surely be among them ........ Neville
Thanks, Neville. Just a piece on the ever-happening breakup and reunion. Mostly, they never work out...but, you never know. Thanks for the comments and support.
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