Spring is planting season:
Breaking the ground,
And sowing the seeds
‘Fore summer comes around.
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Just love without any boundaries or time! Beautiful and touching! ! ! !
Definitely a true poem in delicate written style. I like the title..it did remind me some of beautiful paintings, colorful even they will become old but the picture still preserved in greatest way..the meaning it carries_Soul
Great wisdom in this timeless poem Fantastic, enjoyable and great Exellent poetry
Love knows no season what a delightful thought the very word love launched a thousand poems and yours ends love never wanes, nor dies.as a Yorkshire man will say LUVLI...regards
Yes, love has no seasons! It is perennial! ! Simply lovely! !
Every line was simple and magical, I love how you use the seasons as a metaphor for the existence of love, so many times people fall into spring and abandon the work invested in making a crop grow through the rest of the seasons. Great title great work.