A year of love

From carved names in tree bark to names carved in stone

Whittled time
resought
retraced with an old man's hand
those scars
that marked both his flesh
and mine
forever deep
speaking soft your name.

For how in Spring
you laughed, gathering
fallen blossoms
to adorn your meadow scented hair,
you were infectous
I could not help but laugh along.

When summer bloomed
bringing fruit
you sang soft childlike songs
within the
firelight from ancient stove,
feeding it wood
to feed me pie.

Autumn found you
free spirited
dancing arms out stretched
beckoning me
to come,
kicking fallen leaves
in rainbowed gold.

As winter bore
white hair
against your surgical gown
I wept,
retracing yesterday's
with loving
fingers tight intwined
in yours
afraid to let go.

Again I trace with old mans hands
your name etched deep
and weep alone
this stone speaks so cold
your name
that once held such laughter.

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

OH you have so captured the life span here. Of a young love that blossoms and travels through the years as they unfold till the end (death), the love one has for a partner and how that affects them during their togetherness till they are together no more but not by a breakup or lost love but a love that is taken from them and put to gentle rest. Am I right?

[Quiana Shakia]

"your name
that once held such laughter." This was a favorite line. Very nice poem :)

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beautiful flow and imagery evoking soft tender feelings. Well crafted verses, dear poet.

[Daytonight]

Very well penned. So sweet and poignant at the same time. Going not only through the seasons of the year, but also the seasons of life. Keep on penning.