Ph: Love: Seasons Of The Heart

1. Winter

A peaceful realm, time itself almost frozen
We play mind games indoors,
Our joy more in fellowship than fresh air
Rubbing one moment against another
The friction creating warmth in our hearts.
Yesterday's fireplace ashes, wires to roast marshmallows,
Always speak of new possibilities
Where dancing flames offer infinite delight,
Like falling snow, every flicker as unique
As the human heart itself.
A Christmas smile that rewards even strangers
Whose unsolicited gifts of love also come calling
Catch our hungry hearts unaware,
Though expectations are low, we are shaken awake
To ponder 'fight for more' or 'flight from! '

2. Spring

Always a surprise, Spring pops into our lives
Like a first Robin, its presence fragile,
As if Winter's grip might last forever
And snowflakes ultimately win the war.
So frozen still is hope.
Then suddenly there's an 80 Degree day,
Snow still piled on the North side
Of fences, homes, and trees,
Rose buds start to grow, seeds get the message,
And verdant change fills the earth.
Young ladies' legs blossom skirts of many colors
Conservative clothing now so passé,
As temperatures rise overall.
Soon cooler heads have all but vanished,
Romance's pollen fills the air.


3. Summer

Bare feet in summer sand can be too hot to handle,
Arms and legs too need protection from light,
Even the human heart sometimes
Needs protection from exposure
Tempting as it is to bare all.
Feeding the soul can be like feeding the body
Some foods are just too rich,
What tastes good doesn’t always serve
Our inner longings at all
And wisdom doesn’t grow on trees anymore.
Adam and Eve too struggled with this issue,
Even in God’s presence somehow wanted more
Being in competition with self
A risky undertaking just because
Your ego is always with you.

4. Fall

Fall's fanciful arrival on the scene
Brings splashes of color to the stage
As if Nature were holding her breath
Turning red, yellow, orange, and brown
But never quite reaching blue.
Colored leaves glut the bowels of children's parks
And are raked into tempting piles
That invite young hearts to make the jump,
Drift up against rows of tombstones as well
Death temporarily out of sight.
We button our jackets against coming cold
Split wood that helps heat our homes
And resurrects memories of summer's ease,
Freshly canned food lined up like soldiers,
Affirms life against winter's discontent.

by Brian Johnston

Comments (2)

sir, some comments to think about with the poem, but I’ll submit it as is to my next [July's] showcase of PH poets and poems on my PH site, AND you can let me know if you wish to make any changes. I charge $1 each time I make a change! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WINTER “A Christmas smile that rewards even strangers Whose unsolicited gifts of love also come calling Catch our hungry hearts unaware, [comment: what is doing the catching? it it is the “smile”, then it should read “catches”; if it is the “gifts”, then I think there are other changes to be made in the wording of those three lines] Though expectations are low, we are shaken awake To ponder 'fight for more' or 'flight from! ' “ [comment: well it is true that my expectations are sometimes (not always, mind you) “low” when you send me a poem to read. but, that aside, “expectations” for what? gifts, love, marshmallows? and are you talking fighting for more gifts/love, or fleeing from the same? ] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - SPRING (good grief! 3 more seasons to comment on) “As temperatures rise overall. Soon cooler heads have all but vanished, Romance's pollen fills the air.” ………….. I’m intrigued by these lines, though, to me, a bit cryptic. I will say no more of “Spring”, my favorite season. (in the northern hemisphere) . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - SUMMER I think I saw a nice bunch of wisdom just today on a willow tree out back. of course I let it be, as I already am wise (a wise guy) . I was beginning to think you were drifting more away from talking about the ‘seasons’. then I went back and read the title again. ahh! seasons of the heart! too intellectual for me, but some will eat it up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - FALL “Colored leaves glut the bowels of children's parks” …………. after having picked up after someone else’s dog(s) today on the downtown sidewalk [yes, there are sidewalks in our town! ] the use of “bowels” in the same line with “children’s parks” doesn’t set well with me. but …… “Affirms life against winter's discontent.” ……….. borrowing from Shakespeare again? or Steinbeck’s novel, or the 1978-79 winter of strikes in the U.K. it is amazing how smart one can appear when Google is available(to me) ! ok, Brian, I’ll put it in July’s showcase. I may even put a different comment on the poem’s page when I get around to it. thanks. bri :) p.s. i'm too lazy to do other than add a few little additions to my recently sent personal message.
A peacful realm with the muse of life! Great work.