First Love

A poem about the loss of a loved one.

First Love

Flowers kissed the morning dew.
Sunrise blessed us with its cheer
when I first set eyes on you,
in the Springtime of that year.

Butterflies fled their cocoons.

We had passions to pursue
over coffee and cold beer
as we shared our points-of-view
in the Summer of that year.

Eager monarchs swarmed the dunes.

Playfully we'd rendezvous
where leaves touched the atmosphere
with mixed colors that subdue
in the Autumn of that year.

Caterpillars formed half-moons.

Fatally without a clue
came a time of death and fear
reaping the first love I knew
in the Winter of that year.

Over snows, soft wings were strewn.

(copyright)

Reviews

[iliOZ]

it was so good to "fly" with you up into the open and clear sky, holding hands and smile
slowly glide down like autumn leaves, only to sense tragedy upon landing in the snows

the french translation is "les feuilles mortes" (the dead leaves)
please tell me it ain't so...

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your elegant poetic review, iliOZ! "les feuilles mortes" is a good description for my poem. French is a wonderful language.

[Sindhu selvi]

Rhyming good :) Nice penning.First love is expressed with a cuteness as well as sad.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your sweet comment, Sindu!

[Sindhu selvi]

Anytime :)

[Angel Bird]

Beautiful poem telling a very sad story. Structure and rhyming are great.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for giving me my first review, Angel Bird! Not all of my poems are sad.