~ The Seasons Of Love ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery
In winter, structures reviled. Water, rocks, and trees. In summer we are by the green concealed. Now bare branches reach out free. To lean against the snowy sky. Your structure, too, shows through the skin. And wisdom is uncovered in your face. When I am with you, then I can once again. To learn from all your years of grace. You touch my soul and heart when I'm tattered and bruised. And if I fall you pick me up with your love and your gaze. And somehow I am transformed. By love's accepting, warming rays of spring.
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