The Seasons of Us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell

 

when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone

 

when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles

 

autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful

 

there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

Beautiful! Amazingly beautiful! I love the descriptions of every season fitted with the relationship of the You and I. I could envision everything so perfectly, each metaphor slowly changing with the slow changing of the seasons. I love how the first stanza gives hope and moves hope through til Autumn where everything begins to fall apart, where the dying of things are comparative to the dying of the relationship. I love the "box called home" and the last line of the last stanza. This is so well done David! Thank you for sharing it with me.

[DrD]

Thank you, Lori, for your visit and comments

[Jon Roggie]

This just brought me to tears.

[DrD]

Thank you, Jon, that's what it's all about.

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Very nice poem. Beautiful peace with great flow. I really did enjoy the read. Kudos to your suggestion and writing.

Best of luck,
Danielle

[Eve]

Your sir or madam, but as the profile pic suggests as sir are one of the finest poets i have had the privilege to read, just simply that, I am at a loss to express how your poetry makes me feel, it feels like a dream I once had not to very long ago, if feels like the breath of someone dearly loved and the memories of someone who loved dearly. My favorite kind of poetry.

[DrD]

Ah, Myth, your praise is almost flattery and I gladly accept either, especially from you. You, too, will fill yourself with what I knew and write it away in dark moments. Believe me.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. I like the places and lessons to be learn in the poem. Seasons will change and we will become older. A wise person allowed the seasons to become memories and things to hold on to. I like the strong ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[DrD]

Thank you, Coyote. I truly appreciate you visiting my work and hope you enjoyed it as much as I have enjoyed yours.

[Mia]

I must apologise in advance for quoting so many lines from this poem but I just could not choose.
“When it is spring again and trees bear promises
As islands of snow die slowly in their shadows
I will think of you
When all was alive again and you believed in us”
Those lines took my breath away.
“Where I looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracle”
It’s every woman’s dream to have the man she loves look at her like that. You her dreams come true and then you shared it with us. I glad you did!
“Autumn will come with all its dark omens and I will walk
Upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death
And i will think of you”
Again with the breath taking lines…
“When small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles
And you gasped, “Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you were someone else!”
I smiled then and replied, “I am.””
Such a charming moment and there is something so personal about it that I can’t help but feel like I’ve intruded in a private moment. I don’t care that I have, it’s too beautiful to miss out on.
“Before time and treasons took their toll
Before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes
And our autumn came that condemned us to our winter”
An intense ending to an extremely beautiful poem, it’s left me feeling jealous. It’s left me thinking…if only I could be so lucky to leave someone feeling this way. So that when he speaks of me or writes of me people will not doubt that I was loving, that he was loved and it was beautiful.
I can’t begin to tell you how much I LOVE this poem.

[Becca Bishop]

Oh...wow...I don't know what to say. This is just...ineffable. I can't even explain how beautiful and haunting this is. Well, I could but I guarantee it would sound incredibly stupid in comparison with what I just read above. I'd probably be thrown in writer's prison or something.

Besides the grammar problems (I'm a grammar nut, sorry) this poem is as close to perfect as you can get. I'm pretty sure you've been told this before but I'll say it again: you've got an absolute gift with writing. Amazing. I especially loved the spring themed verse. Love reviving and flourishing, leading into summer. "Constantly profaning the word 'forever'" is an amazing line. The truth just kind've pops out of it and slaps you in the face. But it's a good slap, you know?

As always, wonderful, amazing, astonishing, astounding, awe-inspiring, brilliant, excellent, fabulous, fantastic, incredible, magnificent, marvelous, outstanding, phenomenal, remarkable, sensational, staggering, stupendous, superb, terrific, tremendously beautiful write!

And yes I had to go to my thesaurus to look up words that would help me describe HOW WONDERFUL THIS POEM IS!!! It still wasn't enough.

[Ed Fagan]

So touchingly somber and serene. Your ability to invoke such emotion gives me the sense that I am witnessing you walking through a wooded path with this writing as a narrative of inner thoughts. I am impressed.