by Richard Vince

If she is a season, let her be
Spring: the world returning
To life after a long dormancy;
The yin and yang of sunshine
And showers; days lengthening
With light and laughter.

If she is a season, let her be
Summer: the sense of joy
Tangible in the air; sunshine
And warmth that are enough
To melt the coldest of hearts;
Long, lazy evenings that
Seem eternal.

If she is a season, let her be
Autumn: a coat of many
Colours painting the world in
Beauty; the promise of secrets
Shrouded in mist; lingering
Sunsets giving us the most
Beautiful of skies.

If she is a season, let her be
Winter: the sparkle of a sunlit
Frosty morning; that special
Warmth that is only felt when
Wrapped up against the cold;
Long nights snuggled up by
The fire as the year ends.


Posted on 08/13/2018
Copyright © 2020 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/14/18 at 07:19 PM

Pardon the pun, but a poem for all seasons, Richard. Love the romantic tone throughout, great images also add strength to the piece.

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