Edmund V. Strolis

Season Of Love - Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

Even in those photographs as grainy and yellowed as they were.
She shined like a dew drop on an April daffodil in full glory.
Bright baby, lovely baby, cherub cheeked, a waddling giggle.

In school pictures she wore a wide grin, with astonished eyes.
She rose like a curious tulip eager to please the sunshine.
Magic child, curious child, bursting heart, skipping free.

No wayward pull that tugs weak minds had any such hold on her.
Equally loving as wise she rose like no rose had ever risen.
Kind teen, studious teen, expanding her mind's eye to the stars.

Passionate traveler, she held her life in a sure but tender way.
Her grasp was one of nectar sharing unity with the butterfly.
Wise woman, enchanting woman, spreading love with nature's grace.

Steadfast through storms she remains centered, always true north.
Weaving tales all true to grandchildren bewitching them in rapture.
Beautiful woman, tender woman, living always in the season of love.

Topic(s) of this poem: love, magic

Comments about Season Of Love by Edmund V. Strolis

  • Sarah Persson (3/20/2016 4:44:00 PM)

    A woman like this in any ones life must be a blessing. This poem is beautifully written and just melts your heart. (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/5/2015 3:09:00 PM)

    Passionate traveler, she held her life in a sure but tender way.She shined like a dew drop on an April daffodil in full glory. Very beautiful imagery is drawn here with interesting imagery shared really. Nice sharing...10 (Report) Reply

  • Pamela Sinicrope (10/27/2015 6:22:00 AM)

    OK...It is so funny. I couldn't 'get' this poem when I first read it yesterday. It was a rushed day where I was trying to squeeze in 5 million different tasks and not feeling all that well. Today is a new day! I am all alone right now and I read this again. NOW I see it very clearly! This is a 'biographical' poem about a woman from her childhood all the way up to old age. She has lived a beautiful life, cherishing all of her moments, sharing her love, her wonderment, and she is like so many flowers. This is truly a BEAUTIFUL tribute to maybe a specific person, but also to women. I really like the poem. Certain lines really struck me. Your word choices and figurative language are in abundance here. Specifically, the line, No wayward pull that tugs weak minds had any hold on her. Then you continue to describe her as 'steadfast.' I love how she starts as being described as as 'magical child, curious child, bursting heart, skipping free, ' as these are the ingredients a child needs to grow into that steadfast woman that is adventurous, strong, and loving. The final lines about the woman as grandmother also made me smile, 'weaving tales all true to grandchildren, bewitching them in rapture.' This is a well written poem...it is also a departure from your character sketches, which I really enjoy...this one is more ambiguous, but very wise....one that ALL can relate to...men and women. BRAVO. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, October 26, 2015

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