I think of spring and coral bells and columbines

chiming renewal and new growth

and all things green and beautiful and soft rains and soft sighs ...

And then summer and the attar of rose scents the air and for those in love,

they stop to smell them and caress the velvet petals

which are so like ear lobes and toes and fingers ...

Autumn, my favorite, with the colors I most love in nature ...

a richness and a walk perhaps in woods and a glen

not before known  - and loving on a bed of leaves ...

Winter holds no cold that can't be warmed by snuggling ...

just spoon in spoon ...

or hot toddies and licks of marshmellows on special places ...

and no snow angels; only angel kisses as soft as whispers in the night ...

And my love knows no season but only a constant bloom

with vows unspoken but known

and only the rest of my life with you.

© Connie Good 12/18/08