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How the Seasons Change

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


They were married,

in the summertime,

so special was their love,

when flowers bloomed all around

and colorful butterflies filled the air.

Came the autumn

and they delighted,

with the changing of the seasons.

Loving all the different colors,

that nature surrounded them with.

Came the winter

and they held each other tight,

keeping warm with passionate kisses,

while the snow blustered outside.

With the glow of love still around them,

they greeted their first child.

Seasons came and seasons went,

their love continued to grow.

Now as the years had flown,

they waited for their first grandchild.

He loved her as much as he’d loved her,

right from the very start -

the summer when they wed.

To him, it seemed that the years,

had taken nothing from them.

There were still so many seasons,

to look forward to.

Then he discovered her packing,

to his surprise she said -

that their love had grown cold.

She wanted to go on alone,

he couldn’t understand,

it was like she was speaking -

a language most foreign to him.

His love hadn’t flown,

if only he’d known,

perhaps he would have done things differently,

but he was left clueless.

A child grown,

a grandchild on the way.

He was content,

but his love wanted to fly.

He took her hand,

led her into the garden.

He showed her that the summer,

was just same as when they were wed.

The roses were in bloom

and the birds chirped in the trees.

He reminded her,

of how he had told her -

that they were serenading their love.

When night fell,

he held her in his arms.

Like so many years ago,

they danced by moonlight.

Their kisses seemed the same,

but somewhere passion had cooled.

His heart trembled in fear,

he told he loved her

and called her dear.

Long into the night,

he reminded her,

of the seasons they’d shared,

of wonderful things -

that life had given them.

Most of all he spoke of the love,

that still glowed in his heart.

When morning came

and he awoke to the sunrise,

he was alone,

she had gone

and he knew that he would remember her,

from season to season -

till his life was done.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee


Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 31, 2018:

Thank you, Jackie. There is something about this song that always brings me memories.

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on May 30, 2018:

Beautiful poem and song! Seasons do seem so relative to life and love.

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 30, 2018:

Thank you, Vidya.

Thank you, Bill hope you're having a sunny Wednesday.

Thank you, Bronwen.

Thank you, Manatita and I agree with you.

manatita44 from london on May 29, 2018:

Yes Gypsy.

Beautiful as ever but so reflective of life! What we seek is seldom where we think. Some know this; some don't. All is transient here. Nothing is ours. Those who fall, help others to remember.

Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on May 28, 2018:

Seasons come and go, but steadfast love remains. Beautiful poem.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on May 28, 2018:

Wonderful metaphor...wonderful poem!

Happy Monday to you, Rasma!

Vidya Mallar from India on May 28, 2018:

Life has different seasons.. The most painful is the season of death..Simple and narrative.. liked it

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