Seasons Poem by Laurie hill
Seasons
As winter touched her ashen face,
it touched this heart that beat.
With memories of the spring of her,
the warmth my soul did meet.
The summer of her laughter,
the autumn of her sighs.
The breeze blown clouds her whispers,
the rambling brook her cries.
No spring will warm my life again,
nor summer bring the dove.
No autumn bring the still for me,
since winter claimed my love.
Love & life, what we endure & all have to face but are never prepared for. Written so perfectly in poetry 10/10 I may need an albatross delivery now Laurie... Take care, T
Touching and beautiful, blending the seasons throughout oh so skilfully. Also so wistful and sensitive. Laurie, this has touched my soul and heart with its beauty. Karin Anderson
Now this is my kind of writing! (smile) . Need to read this one again and again.
Now i can't stop reading your poems.They are all beautiful, engaging and heartfelt.
Beautiful, moving, tender..... I am in awe of the way your words flow so apparently effortlessly.
This one is really good, reminded me a bit of the song...Autumn Leaves...remember that one? Ruthy: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderfully written and very touching. Good job. Bryanne