Seasons of Love

I will not stop loving you
Though the buds bloom and blossom on the tree
Which we
Planted with each other one quiet Spring afternoon.
Our hands toiled, intermingled in the dirt of something
Neither of us knew
The land was new
The air was me and you.

I will not stop loving you
Though the Summer heat drew beads of sweat from my brow.
Often the saline dripped into my eyes,
Stinging and blinding.
But every time afterward, you carried me to the
Creek behind the hidden path
And we jumped in fast,
Heart first; Thirst quenched.
I was refreshed.
Clothed only in affection, we laid together in the sand as
One.
Blistering diamonds in the sun.

I will not stop loving you
Though the Winter chills me to the bone.
We hibernated inside the sycamore hut,
Huddled beneath woolskin blankets.
Sharing everything,
Heat and heart and ache.
I nearly froze the night you left.
How was I supposed to know you only wanted your slippers and gloves?
When I woke up again,
You were right there,
And all was alright.

I will not stop loving you
Though this Fall
Is the toughest I’ve ever had to endure.
Because I fall, am falling
Hard, harder, hit without a sound.
All around
Leaves fall in love with the ground
Birds fall in love with trees
Frisbees fall in love with the little boy down the street
And you will fall in love with me.
I am the only solid ground you walk
On while walking across the surface of the moon.

Seasons change, and
I will not stop loving you.