Love is a Season

"love is a season that came to pass"... a poem written on a lonely stormy night seeking cathartic healing...

focus drifts in and out

on this rainiest of dark nights

my heart is low... as love turned cold

with the first frost of the changing seasons.

the golden sorrow of the fallen autumn leaves

carpet the November wilderness floor

 

traces of yesterday's sunshine

disappeared into a thick shroud of fog,

clouding the uncharted pathways

in the fields of lost enchantment.

glowing dreams faded

into the veil of the misty horizon

as the setting sun was enveloped

by the blanket of pending twilight.

 

sleepless eyes reveal my restless soul...

bitter sweet emotions flood a weary heart

mourning… the dream that’s over

grateful… for the hypnotic trance

lamenting… the thoughts of wasted love

thankful…we could walk a mile together

 

"love is a season that came to pass"

adore evolved with the gentle summer breezes

floating gracefully like a blue bird’s feather

…suddenly changing directions

in  the blink of an eye

as if it were washed away

in a torrential tempest squall

of winter’s pending unpredictable season.

 

refreshed life dawns with each rising sun

while new moons radiate luminescent reflections

upon the ebb and flow of life’s changing tides.

"unconditional love is a season that will never pass"

enriching the presence of our true nature...

Author's Note

Thanks for stopping in...Photo is the sun sinking into the fog that blankets the horizon...

Reviews

[Uroš D. Stojanov..]

"Love is a season that will come to pass" is the most truthful phrase I ever read. I don't usually like reading poems about love and romance, because I know that love can bring the most out of us but also the worst. It is a tricky state of being that you can't prevent nor predict and hate when I'm not in control of my emotions... it is gateway to getting hurt.

The poem is beautiful and describes love as it actually is. I enjoyed it and I wouldn't change a thing. Magnificent work as always Harlon, keep at the good work!

[rivers]

Thanks Urosh...it would be hard to disagree with much of anything you mention after reading...Thank you for sharing what this means to you.

No matter what the emotion is that love brings out from within us, when the season changes that perception of change can leave a noticeable void too big to fill ...
Philosophically speaking, I believe we were born to love and be loved so we feel incomplete if that element is missing in our live's as our journey evolves with life's circle of changing seasons...

[Uroš D. Stojanović]

I agree... thanks for a wonderful write.

[gclair]

here you beautifully capture a very personal feel of Love's ebb, the other side of that twirling coin. Thankful for love's eternal twirl. In my own life, I have found that God's love is unconditionally flowing, while human relational love seems to require nurturing and invitation for ebb and flow. Loved this poem, Harlon.

[Sunset Girl]

Wonderful piece, enjoyed your usage of words and the picture they paint.

[rivers]

Glad you enjoyed my poem...humm, perhaps you were drawn to the sunset photo?
This one is nearly cartoon like as the sun dipped into to the fog to the west of my home...

[Riley Mistwood]

Beautiful poem

[rivers]

Thank you for reading, Riley...

[Rene Velez]

filled with emotion and imagery my friend, splendid thoughts here, Love is the all or the nothing of life, a gift when present and a curse when taken away, great work Harlon.

[rivers]

Hey my friend! It's been awhile...so glad you stopped by...

"Love is the all or the nothing of life, a gift when present and a curse when taken away," Oh do I hear you...your words should be lines in this poem... gently brushing the bitter sweet of reality...

I am anxious to go see what you have been writing because I have always admired the diversity of your writing talents... Know we'll meet again here soon.