Seasons of Us

by Richard Vince

We are children of spring,
Born when the world was
Reawakening with the young
Creatures that still delight
Our hearts so much.

We were lovers in summer
(But not of it), hiding from
The heat in the warmth
Of one another’s hearts.

We celebrated in autumn,
Not just the turning of
The leaves and sky, but of
A new chapter in our
Still young lives.

What, then, will our winter
Bring? Bright days sparkling
With sunlit frosts, and
Long cosy nights content
That we will always have
A heart to call home.


Posted on 11/13/2022
Copyright © 2023 Richard Vince

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