You were a 5th
season
where only love
shone
& we intertwined
like a Celtic knot
making love
to Vivaldi's Four Seasons.
Outside
an enraged storm
demanded to be
let in
but was met by
only our laughter.
Aren't storms the most passionate and intense of weather? And you didn't let it in? ? Sounds like you were both causing a riot all of your own! Bravo D & J! ! HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Outside an enraged storm demanded to be let in but was met by only our laughter'...while reading your poems i often feel like that as if the reality remains somewhere outside still demanding to be let in, but is met only by laughter :) I'm fond of the cosy atmosphere of your poems.