Seasons
As winter touched her ashen face,
it touched this heart that beat.
With memories of the spring of her,
the warmth my soul did meet.
The summer of her laughter,
the autumn of her sighs.
The breeze blown clouds her whispers,
the rambling brook her cries.
No spring will warm my life again,
nor summer bring the dove.
No autumn bring the still for me,
since winter claimed, my love.
Fay Slimm
Shaped with a delicate touch this verse stays with the heart Laurie. Singing it's sad song it reveals poetry as more than words.
Shaped with a delicate touch this verse stays with the heart Laurie. Singing it's sad song it reveals poetry as more than words.
sonetta
this is one of your best.... :)
this is one of your best.... :)
Leslie Alexis
A fine Ballad poem.. sweetly done.
A fine Ballad poem.. sweetly done.
heterodynemind
Summer of her laughter Autumn of her sighs..this is so divine.
Summer of her laughter Autumn of her sighs..this is so divine.
Laurie, You Have Such A Way With Words ... Very Lovely - Heartfelt-Spoken ... MoonBee