spring, my veins inches
to greet the gentle warmth
of the sun, the way the
butterflies frolic with the blooms
summer, the thirst to
stretch and flex every
nerve and muscle rises with the sun
till it is all over the head
autumn, my mind
contemplates, and a
desire to ascribe colourful verses
to the season surges
with a fear that soon every leaf
would plead goodbye
winter, the cold and white
of snow is a sexual tonic
the physique craves for
a warmth that only the
season can provide with
a lasting memory
very nicely penned poem, lyrical, classic reminding us of old time charm of loving forgiving and living..
Wow! John tiong, you've packed so much in here, it's chock-full of imagery! Esp. like the final stanza, agree about the snow, it's so beautiful... it does things to me too! Great write. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A kaleidoscope of seasonal feelings here, John. What a lovely poem.... Love, Fran xx