Garland Of Love Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Winters umbilical cord of frosty nights
Cut by springs warming razor lights
Plucked from the white canvas bland
Brilliantly exploded colours emblazoned they stand
Heads with hues vivid red and yellows
Oh, how springtime’s voice bellows
Rejoicing happy faces
Dreaming of holiday places
Footprints washed by waves of pearly foam
Beaches golden sand where they roam
Two lovers walking hand in hand
Wrapped in the bouquets of loves garland
To be happy young and free
The way love should always be