Seasons of Love

I posted this poem back in May or June 2012. I just professed my love for winter. I do appreciate the other seasons as well so here is an ode’ to them all. Many of you have read it so those of you who didn’t here it is. http://wp.me/p28tjX-l3

New wonders blossom, awaking from a dark cold sleep.

Mating songs travel through gentle winds.

Fragrance of clean fresh air, fill the atmosphere.

Morning dews kissed away by radiant sunrises.

Rain showers, the cleansing tears that fill ponds of hope.

Leaping frogs, robins with their breast swollen in pride.

Butterflies sampling fresh nectar, before the honeybee invasions.

Love labors birth this spring.

Steam sizzling, black top melting.

Blazing sun, Johnny pumps splashing.

Humidity thick, mosquitoes feasting, flies annoying.

Pretty flowers, shading trees, whispering breezes.

Sunset a welcome relief, evening treats.

Crickets singing, fireflies blinking.

Pregnant moon, shooting stars.

Love sweats with passion this summer.

Chilling Goosebumps, blowing wind.

Squirrels forging, sparrows preparing.

Yellow, orange, brown, leaves a falling.

New gear, laughing children full of cheer.

Insects dying, behind clouds the sun is hiding.

Afternoon gloom, evening soon, glowing moon.

Apple picking, stew chicken.

Holding hands, making plans.

Love grows strong with comfort this autumn.

Biting cold, darkness unfold.

Dull sun, banging pipes, whistling wind.

Smoking chimneys, blankets of snow.

Scurrying mice, cat’s delights.

Cream of wheat, warmth the feet.

Ho ho, ho, merry friend or foe.

Cuddling close under Downy fresh quilts.

Love kindles the heat this winter.

This love welcomes the next season that comes.

K. W. Floria 01/19/08