Four Seasons of Love

MendedFences27

Four Seasons of Love



Love in the Winter cold

is best shared by a fire.

The heat that’s shared is two-fold.

 

Love is Springtime’s outpouring

warm and sweet like the first rain

whose wetness is life-restoring.

 

Love in the Summer sweat

brings sultry weekends at seaside

climaxed by lying to watch the sunset.

 

Love in the Autumn, at best

brings a devilish bite to the air

and leaves, like broken hearts, to harvest.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2024 12:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Like the seasons it is constantly changing.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • Neville



    I like this very much Phil it says a lot more than one might first think .. indeed it gets, or appears to get even more cleverer each time I look at it .. it may have been a long time in the making, but as far as I am concerned, it was well worth the wait .. Neville

    • MendedFences27

      Thank you, Neville. You hit the nail on the head. I put much thought into this. You saw the depth in it and that's all I could ask. Thanks again. - Phil A.

    • Doggerel Dave

      The variable tempo of a relationship you have mirrored very neatly in tying to the seasons, Phil.

      Your pieces on 'Love' come, for me, very close to the real thing.

      • MendedFences27

        Thank you, DD. "The real thing" is quite a compliment. Thanks

        • Doggerel Dave

          Apologies Phil. One of the many bees in my bonnet is that what passes for 'Love' is oftentimes infatuation.
          Yours feel very real to me.

        • Goldfinch60

          Wonderful words Phil showing how life can be different in each season.

          Andy

          • MendedFences27

            Thank you, Andy. Love can change with the seasons.

          • Teddy.15

            Love in the Winter cold

            is best shared by a fire.

            The heat that’s shared is two-fold.

            This one would be my favourite along with the sunset, I vision a log fire and snow outside the window

            Beautiful Phil. 🌹

            • MendedFences27

              Thank you, Teddy. A log fire and snow outside is quite the scene. I guess the other would be lying on the beach watching the Sunset. They keep changing if you re-read them.



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