Hauntingly beautiful, George. Seems you and I have had similar romantic experiences, as you've recounted in some of your comments on my work.

What a flow to this, and I admire how the wind and the seasons bind this feeling. "I watch" - almost as though you cannot participate - there is a chill here for sure. Thanks for this!

Those first four lines hooked me, George..and as Chris says we share a common thread in our poetry that made this poem hit home in a big way

I love the beauty of this poem, it whispers of regret to me. This style is just the kind of poetry I enjoy. Thank you George.

I think there is much truth about "the wind". I read once about how most are never brave enough to accept the truth of love because it works exactly that way. A short window of time that passes and somethings that comes and goes. Somehow understanding this makes it more enjoyable when it comes I think. Trying to hold on to it to tightly only seems to ruin it all. Nice write.

as always I love your odes, George. as a long time practitioner, I liken love to a playground. the minute one tries to understand why one is having so much fun on the swings or on the merry go round, or playing tag or hide and go seek, it breaks the spell and when love's spell is broken, given we make futile attempts at comprehension, it becomes pure hell, to persist swinging and merrygorounding and playing tag and hide and go seeking because love is no longer fun given an attempt has been made to comprehend and when love is comprehended it is the end of love and the beginning of understanding, which is the worst kind of substitute for love for love needs ne'er be understood, only felt and passionately so,with the sort of passion that I feel for your poetry. it is pure and simply, I don't try to understand your poems, which to me are the ultimate playground in which to swing and gyre on this life trip, only love them.