No More.

Warmth ended and done,
Spirit stripped bare,
No-one to care,
Burns our fire no more.

Leaves fallen to dust,
Roses all gone,
Yet hope lives on,
Tho' love's but a ghost.

Spring comes new-leafed,
Light then may shine
From different eyes,
Hearts do better cleaned.

Susan Jarvis
A wistful and heart-touching look at the ever-changing mood of love with its dying embers vested in the seasons. Just beautiful, Fay. :)

La Finita
Simply beautiful, Fay. You manage so well , in so many different formats and styles. Blessings

Ron Cole
The seasons, like our lives, must change from the lust and brilliance of summer, to the grey of winter, to make ready for a new spring... Nice work!

nimal dunuhinga
The chain reaction you painted with your divine brush! Thanks Fay.

Simply Bono Razek
lovely write by a lovely lady...

Nikunj
Spring springs like hope springs ....this is beautiful to read and hold in mind . Soft and stimulating .. A peaceful write .

Shakespeares Waste Bin
So looking forward to the change in seasons, had enough of thios cild weather Fay

LightH2O
Such promise of cleansing in your lovely poem.

RAJ NANDY
I liked this idea Fay ! Nature does its Spring-cleaning , we might as well learn do the same with our hearts and mind ! It may rejuvinate our soul again ! Thanks for sharing , - Raj

Gerard Lebel
Hope for love is ever present as a clean heart is inviting to a new love. .....Jerry (*_*)

carol
hope always lives great poem

Botan
Hope will be there as seasons change, well penned Fay.

Lynda Robson
poignant and touching and Spring will lift our moods, well penned Fay

SaneJustBarely
Fay, I love the fact that you have combined the coming of spring with the hope for a new love...so well done. Your friend in words, Pete

Sandra Martyres
A poignant write Fay, but very well written in your very special and touching words...