Closing the Door on Love

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