Love Seasons Poem by Barry Middleton

my first love was the spring
and yet each season brings me joy
I love the summer heat
the colors autumn will employ

then too I love the rose
but I must love the orchid more
the rare and delicate
that lies behind a hidden door

I love the mockingbird
that lifts me from despair and grief
and where the osprey soars
I find my faith and my relief

I love a tender kiss
the closeness of a winter fire
and adoration's eyes
still spark and kindle my desire

I love the stormy night
I love the forest after rain
the silence of the stars
though they can never feel my pain

I love my dearest dream
that somewhere in the soul of man
the season yet may come
when love becomes the master plan