Some seasons never change.


Four seasons of love

How the buds of your love grow!
You unfurl your verdant splendour
And I awake in your arboreal arms.


How the sap of your love rises!
You unveil your beckoning blooms
And I lie intoxicated in narcotic nectar.


How the richness of your love matures!
You unravel your multi-coloured cloak
And I watch spellbound in amorous awe.


How the constancy of your love remains!
You unleash your evergreen emotions
And I sleep at peace in your tranquility.




Chris Fernie, 2006



Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-12-15 at 10:02

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Kathy Lockhart
I would love to lie under a willow tree
along the banks of a mountain stream
that flows through the meadow
filled with daisies and dream
while this poetry is recited to
the heart of me.
Awww the bliss of this. : )
2006-12-15



Wonderful love put into a beautiful poem. Well done indeed, I love the romantics in poetry. Smiling at you, Tai
2006-12-15


tony legba
Succinct.
Four seasons, four stanza, 12 lines ,12 months.
Spring to Winter, the Ages of Love.
Sadly, how many of us ever get as far as Winter?
You are clearly a poet of the alliterative persuasion :)
Stated with stature!
2006-12-15