Your Season

Poem By Elaine Sept

The quiet willow softly blossoms,
With her gentle blush of red,
Love's tender touch so shyly felt,
Through sunshine spilled overhead.

It happened back in springtime,
When fresh blossoms showed their face,
Their fragrant delicate beauty,
Softly held your warm embrace.

Then came nurturing rains of summer,
Mists of change filled the air,
Soft heard such gentle whispers,
Your true kind and loving care.

Autumn breezes brought you closer,
Warm bright colours transform so free,
By season's journey I had discovered,
All you've come to mean to me.

Starless nights, draw ever countless,
As I breathe chilled winter air.
At my lips your echo lingers,
Silence're not there.

Willow moments as this flicker,
Through dreams, your candle burns,
This light for you; forever,
Your season never turns.

Comments about Your Season

This is a delightful poem of nature and your love of it G.B. Smith
I felt the mood of reading Ur. poems as when I had read poems of William Wordworth Very good. Thank U. for sharing the poem.
This is a beautiful poem on love and relationship having stunning expression. Thank u dear Elaine and congratulate for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
Write comment. Great imagination. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.
A wonderful creativity about the climate the poet given.

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