FOUR SEASONS OF LOVE? David L. Crouse 4-9-79Spring's love blossoms... bright and new,So pure and sparkling... in morning's damp dew,Most blossoms give way... in summer's intense heat,Many a Spring’s love end...in quiet defeat.Summer’s love... the mighty oak tall and strong,Deeply rooted... and lasting ever so long,Comes the day... when leaves fall and are still,As summer’s love succumbs... to autumn’s damp chill.Autumn’s love... the bird's southerly flight,The end drawing nearer... each day, each night,In the beginning... rich colors red and gold,Only to be buried... in winter’s deep cold.Winter’s love... a mountain's snow covered peak,A long lonely climb... to the pinnacle you seek,But climb you must... or when spring has come,Once again flowers will bloom... but only for some.If you experience...these four seasons of love,Never quit looking ahead... or to God above,For someday you will find... the blossom you seek,And together you will climb... that snow covered peak.http://www.nem5.com/poetry2/poetry2.html
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