Short Love Poem: Seasons of Love

The changing of the seasons denote a passage in time. It’s nature’s timepiece for rejuvenation of the earth and all her children for whom she has provided sweet life.

Each season has its own distinct character and purpose: to fulfill Mother Earth’s irrevocable commandments of sustenance for her young. Winter, spring, summer and fall. In succession they dutifully appear and usher in the next.

Winter, the time of rest, dormancy, contemplation, and absorption of the nutrients that feed the seeds of the new, from mother earth’s bosom.

Spring, the birth of the new, the awakening of Mother Earth’s smile; flaunting of her majestic beauty. A celebration of the christening of her offspring. Earth’s debutante ball. Ring bearer of joy and the hostess of love.

Summer’s heat, quiet and calm, give rise to still more newness and bold embraceable splendor that commands growth to nature’s full potential.

Fall, the mantle of nature’s beauty, with the age marks of maturity, wisdom, patience and virtue. It is from here, this season called fall, that the new gather the knowledge, that the seasoned, older and wise do now possess.

Marriage, life’s union of loving souls, has its own seasons.

In spring, we create this new being, our marriage. Our offspring, its fruits. In summer, we bear witness to the culmination of this wonderful relationship, greater by far than either of us, it’s individual parts. For our marriage is graced by God’s love, and our devotion. Strong and solid, wondrous and beautiful, likened to Mother Earth. Life’s essence. That from which we’ve
come and that to which we shall return. But not alone.

For our souls now joined in oneness, unity and happiness, yield way, and beckon the everlasting patience and wisdom of the season we call fall.

In winter, two people of different minds and souls, discover love. Seeking to bond as one forever and grow contently old.
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