Seasons of Love
Our love sings to my heart
in the trickling chuckle of a redwing blackbird
proclaiming the promise of a dawning spring.
Our love clings to my heart
with the sweet scent of lilacs, nodding, langourous
in the still warmth of a summer garden.
Our love plays on my heart
like a phantom melody at the edge of memory,
and the sound of leaves falling.
Our love cradles my heart
as a layer of snow protects the slumbering lilac,
patiently awaiting the seasons of love.
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Linda Studley 