If love were a season,
It would begin in the Spring; warm and tender.
As the gentle rains fell, love like a flower
Would grow, reaching ever higher
For the warming Sun.
Just as if love were any season,
Before we knew it
The bright hot sun of the summer
Would scorch our love.
Forcing us to seek the shelter
Of each others protective embrace.
If love were any other season,
The chill of our words
Would become the ice
on the ponds that dot our hearts.
Waiting,
Waiting still,
For the season to change
Us back into the succulent splendor
That was our spring time beginning!
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
