Love's Seasons

A poem that needs revisions, in fact all of mine do and to tell the truth I am revising now and as such posting some of my poems.

Love arrives in its

proper seasons. Sometimes,

in the marrow of one's

bone's.  Sometimes,

cool and easy like a

best friend by a pond

filled with fish nibbling

toes.  Sometimes, a mix

of allure and passion that

burns like a conflagration. 

Sometimes, violent

destructive need

birthing greedy possession. 

Hurting a bit from a

recent love, I grow stronger

in myself, dreaming-

hopeful- without words.

Reviews

[Tessa]

"cool and easy like a best friend by a pond filled with fish nibbling toes"--- i love this image. :-)

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

This is just right said 'Baby Bear' - great, succinct descriptions of the various ways love can take us away. Thank you. I really enjoyed it.
Light,
Siddartha