Seasons of Hope; Love Forlorn

Before you read, I want to briefly explain these poems. The first four are short, each dedicated to an adoration of a season in some way or another. Brought together, they create new poems, depending on the ordering of the seasons. The poem ending with fall, titled Love Forlorn, describes a love that for some reason cannot last, while the poem ending with spring, Love of Hope, describes falling in love and the feelings inherent therein. I hope you enjoy each of them.

Summer

Each day streams endless A time of sun without night Let me slip away

Fall

Fear can’t permeate Though this beauty won’t last In a red twilight

Winter

When doubts quickly flee In white auras so charming Let me dream of you

Spring

As on you I wait Your spell upon me now cast Of hope taken flight

Love of Hope

Each day streams endless

Fear can’t permeate When doubts quickly flee As on you I wait

A time of sun without night Though this beauty won’t last In white auras so charming Your spell upon me now cast

Let me slip away In a red twilight Let me dream of you Of hope taken flight

Love Forlorn

When doubts quickly flee As on you I wait Each day streams endless Fear can’t permeate

In white auras so charming Your spell upon me now cast A time of sun without night Though this beauty won’t last

Let me dream of you Of hope taken flight Let me slip away In a red twilight