Tuesday, 14 January 2014

A Seasonal Life OR Love, Centre Stage


Love, like life, has its seasons, and we all know how changeable seasons can be.

Yet, of one thing we can be certain; whatever our colour, creed, sex or sexuality, spring will always follow winter as sure as sunshine follows rain.

Yes, I know, I can be so corny sometimes…

A SEASONAL LIFE or LOVE, CENTRE STAGE

When I dream of you, we are in springtime
among high hopes I’ll not forget

When I think of you, it is midsummer,
(that rainy day we first met)

Your kisses linger on my lips, invoke images  
of autumn leaves gently falling

When I hear someone speak your name,
it’s but a winter robin calling

To love, like nature, a splendour all its own,
and we, though parted, never alone


Copyright R. N. Taber 2007; 2013

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