I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
All through the summer,
she kept the door open -
to a love that seemed true.
There was so much wonder,
in this love they shared
and it was sad to see,
that as autumn leaves,
began to fall all around,
it made this love,
seem to change like the seasons
and it made the heart -
begin to wonder.
It was when the first north winds,
began to howl and blow,
that love seemed to die -
as nature went to sleep.
There was nothing to comfort the soul,
nothing to keep the heart from aching
and so she closed the door to love.
Now as snowflakes all silvery and lacy,
fell from a gray and leaden sky,
she often sat at her window,
reflecting on the love,
that she once had,
reflecting on the pain -
when that love died.
She knew that she would wait,
for the first spring crocuses -
to awaken the hope in her heart.
To search for a new love again,
then and only then she’d have the courage -
to open the door to love once more.
© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on July 04, 2017:
Thank you Cynthia. Best wishes to you.
Cynthia B Turner from Georgia on July 03, 2017:
I enjoyed reading your poem, even though the subject of lost love is a sad one. It is certainly a familiar one to most people. There are so many who are unable to hold onto that magic called love and more of us experience the sadness and the pain of the loss, than not.
Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Take care.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 30, 2017:
Hope you all have a wonderful and sunny weekend.
Thank you Naveen.
Thank you Manatita.
Thank you Kara.
Thank you Kavitha.
Thank you Phyllis.
Thank you Bill.
You welcome Randi.
Thank you Shaloo.
Shaloo Walia from India on June 29, 2017:
A melancholic poem which ends with hope... Lovely!!!
Randi Benlulu from Mesa, AZ on June 29, 2017:
Sweet and relatable. It can be scary and painful to allow yourself to be vulnerable. Thank you for sharing
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on June 28, 2017:
Nice metaphor/analogy/comparison...the seasons and the end of love....very nicely written, Rasma!
Phyllis Doyle Burns from High desert of Nevada. on June 28, 2017:
Hi Gypsy. It is sad when love dies - yet there is always hope. Very nicely written and melancholy poem.
Kavitha Mendonsa from Mumbai, India on June 28, 2017:
Hope and courage to love again.... Well said!
Kara Skinner from Maine on June 28, 2017:
Very nice poem! Sad but beautiful.
manatita44 from london on June 28, 2017:
At least she left hope. It is so typical of much in life and I guess it can also be applied in an eternal or worldly sense. But yes, your poem speaks of something else, way to go! Nice!
Naveen Akshar from Chennai, India on June 28, 2017:
Beautiful! As love aches and falls like the dark wintry bed, it will surely blossom and groove come spring and summer.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 28, 2017:
Thank you FlourishAnyway. Sometimes that is the way with love.
Thank you. It sure does Mike.
mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on June 27, 2017:
Hello Gyspy - Very nice. It takes strength to reopen that door.
FlourishAnyway from USA on June 27, 2017:
It's too bad her love didn't last longer. Very nice poem!