Winter, beloved

Again winter is here. The old familiar chill
Is again changing character,
Sometimes it seems to me, it has grown simpler.
Just as I have,
Proud, destroyed, humiliated, avenged, sad and finally in love.
I marvel at these old Oaks, their peace and patience.
Through the changing seasons, they remain still.
They are betrothed to winter,
But I feel they are happiest in the monsoon.
How you laughed at me when I told you thus.
I too am a winter companion; I can pass to no other,
Not even to the childish delight of a sudden shower.
When you are near, I stay young,
I blossom and blush.
Otherwise, I wither.

Pink Butterfly
..and I marvel at this!!!! adorably penned!!! God bless you!

nimal dunuhinga
Beautiful like snow and chimes of a Season!

robyn selters
delightful poem...with a joyous rhythm and flow

Leslie Alexis
wonderful ending!

Weeping willow
Simply beautiful,words flow like the seasons :}