a sort of love poem

written when i was under theinfluence of the Chinese

sweet winter affair clear the winter affair

I hunted another face then in season

spring space spring clouds sunlight on water

now with summer tints the game rots

days hum blue idleness green crops yellow

I look across fields dust old tracks

falling upon your wood sunlight through leaves 

I am dappled again naked the roar

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"a sort of love poem"
Michael Oliver,
The title speaks to the undulations of the natural seasons within life experience. This experience within learning and growing in love possibility.
I see colors of decomposition then new growth from it.
"now with summer tints the game rots'days hum blue idleness green crops yellow"
Newness and exhilaration:
"falling upon your wood sunlight through leaves
I am dappled again naked the roar"
Quite a poem! It's neat to see your thought processes within.
blessings,
Kathy

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Carlton Carr]

Michael, it amazes me that you are abli to respect form and still be so fluid. These words were like.spring water running over me - refreshing and rejuvinating me. Your poetry sings in my heart and makes me soar and roar.