Seasons ;

One of the first poems/sonnets I've ever written, out of my usual fiction writing.

Verbal words can be stammered, typed messages cannot convey,

The twist of nerves and the surge of glee

whenever I glanced his way,

like a cage of butterflies set free.

Hair a darker shade than night,

Eyes paler than untouched snow,

that shone impossibly bright,

like a beacon, calling me to his glow.

The innocence of spring vibrates within,

the warmth of summer held in his gaze

free from vanity, free from sin,

with the promise of autumn’s haze.

He is the seasons, which means we cannot be,

For he loves another, and does not think of me.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Courtney]

This is a very interesting poem.. I love how you relate the different aspects of him to the seasons.. Although the end takes a somber tone, you describe his appearance with precision. I appreciate the rhyme that you carried throughout the poem.

Thanks for posting this! I loved it x

[shannon_writes]

Thank you for the review, it means a lot getting feedback! x

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Hmmm.... :) ahhh.... Ohhh hehe. Okay,okay hehe I Loved your heading! Part of the reason why I wanted to read it :) Wow what a great piece!! :) And LoVed the word usage :) Epic hehe The seasons of lovers- that should cover a great book for you :D all and all well done Ienjoyed the read :)

[Wuji]

You executed this very well, I found it wholesome and with a few lines that truly shone apart.