Remembrance, (Another) Poem for All Seasons

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Today's short poem first appeared on the blog in 2014.

Love, like life, has its seasons and, yes, we all know how changeable seasons can be while always making their presence felt. To no small extent, our capacity for love - in all shapes and forms - and friendship identifies our potential as human beings, no matter how far we may manage to fulfil it in real terms.

Much the same can be said of time. (We only have to look in a mirror to work that one out.)  

Yet, of one thing we can be certain; whatever our ethnicity, creed, gender or sexuality and, yes, age too, spring will always follow winter as sure as sunshine and rainbows follow rain.

REMEMBRANCE, (ANOTHER) POEM FOR ALL SEASONS

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 light rainy day we first met)

Your kisses linger on my lips, invoke images  

of autumn leaves so gently falling

When I hear someone speak your name,

I fancy I hear a winter robin calling

To love, like nature, a splendour all its own,

and we, though parted, never alone

Copyright R. N. Taber 2007; 2020