Calendar thoughts

I will not weep when winter comes

Though you loved to walk on crispy snow

Not one tear shed when autumn’s done

And biting winds begin to blow

Nor when the hearth with chattering flames

Reminds me when you were here

Pressed against me, whispering my name

None will tempt me to release a tear

 

When leaves of fall paint my path

Made spectacular by death

I will be deaf to your echoed laugh

Or the tender words you said

Nor will the gossiping of the stony brook

Force me to recall

The winsome passion, the luring look

That made memories of last fall

 

I will find shade ‘neath the umbrella oak

Where once we sprawled before the sun

And I will forget the words we spoke

In the days when we were young

Nothing of summer will bring to mind

A second of all we were

It’s only a season lost in time

When everything was safe and sure

 

But spring, ah, how I dread to see

The earth pregnant and so fulfilled

It’s then I remember you and me

And I know I always will.

Buds and blossoms returning again

As if they had never died

And every thought and image of then

Comes back with the question, why?

Reviews

[David Scott]

David, you break my heart anew each time I read you declarations of eternal love.
This poem is very tender and I love the connection to nature.
Special work David!
Thank you for sharing.

[TL Boehm]

This is such a beautiful poem - spring is the hardest time of year for me and maybe that's why - all the promise unfullfilled. This poem speaks volumes and does so eloquently

[DrD]

It's always nice to have you visit. You bring warm thoughts and kind words.

[Sheila Kline]

Your words flow with memory of a sweet love that was with you during all the seasons of life and oh how difficult it is to meet those times that remind us of them - the buds and blossoms that birth and bloom to be viewed now as one, instead of two. And you are right, why? Yes, why are two who are so much in love separated.......there just aren't any right answers!
Beautiful, but sad.

[DrD]

Yes, Sheila, we measure sadness in many ways and often seasons resurrects it all. Thanks you for being such a good friend and visiting often.

[Sheila Kline]

It is my pleasure David! You are a wonderful writer and I enjoy reading your creations!!