Winter Flowers

Winter Flowers

A Poem by Amanda

it's hard to forget you when the snow falls
but it's even harder to remember
because our love blossomed in the spring
then wilted in december

we made beds of flowers in may
that we'd lay in til the sun went down
you'd kiss me on the forehead
and chase me around

laughter echoed in the warm air,
soft against our skin
surrounding two young lovebirds,
happier than i've ever been

but then the seasons began to turn
and there was a chill in the air
only slight at first,
then making itself aware

i thought nothing of it,
for i had your warmth of spring
but autumn was on it's way
and what changes it may bring

the sun fell below now early
and the flowers all soon died
and we didn't lay together
i wasn't at your side

the cold grew stronger
the wind began to blow
little specks of ice fell from the sky
swaying to and fro

it covered the land,
it buried our bed of flowers
now no more
where we spend all our hours

i could no longer keep you warm,
no matter the heat in my heart
and just as the snow from the sky
i fell apart

you loved me in the spring
and left me in the winter
you planted in me flowers
and left them all to wither

and now every fresh snow
i plant a daisy in the ground
to never let myself forget
the painful love that i found

because it's hard to forget you when the snow falls
but it's even harder to remember
because our love blossomed in the spring
then wilted in december

© 2014 Amanda


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"it's hard to forget you when the snow falls
but it's even harder to remember
because our love blossomed in the spring
then wilted in december"

This is my favorite stanza. It's so beautiful and I love how it switches from Spring to Winter. Wonderful poem over all though.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on February 20, 2014
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