The Seasons Turn Again Poem by Kev EmPea

I woke to the Blackbirds call and the feel of you lying in my arms
I walked in the woods and the wind in the leaves sighed your love in my ear.
I sat by the brook and listened to your laughter as we played.
The light is brighter, the smells sweeter and the taste of you will linger on my lips.
Here in the dell with the Bluebells in the Spring of our Love.

I woke to the Sun streaming through the blind and sleeps memory of your touch.
I walked on the fell and the wind brought the whisper of our promises.
I laid on a rock and spoke to the earth of our unending bliss.
The Sun hot as passion and steam comes from the grass beneath us.
Here on the fell in the Heather in the Summer of our Love.

I woke to the wind clattering the roof and the feel of your hair resting on my face.
I walked in the woods and leaves falling rustled to your undress.
I sat by the brook and listened for your voice in the torrent.
The light is fading, the smells linger and I hunt for the taste of you under a bush.
Here by the mere in the Autumn of our Love.

I woke to the rain hammering on the skylight and your fevered clutch
I tramped over the fell searching for your lost embrace
I laid in the snow and chilled my bursting heart, crying hot tears.
Greying clouds stream overhead and our bliss blown on the wind.
Here on the hill in the snow in the Winter of our Love.

It is silent now, deep silence as I wake alone and wait in the long dark
for the first call of the Blackbird.