First love, lasting love – a poem


The summer we met
unfurled into seasons
made resplendent
by first love

Monsoon rains
conspired to add
new meaning
to age-old truths

Autumn leaves
sailed down to join
in celebration
where we lingered

Later, besotted snowflakes
drifted lazily
and turned to crystals
in your hair

In Springtime,
your ardor tattoo-ed
promises into my heart
of more seasons to come…


photography of fall trees
Photo by Guillaume Meurice on Pexels.com

How lovely for first love to become an everlasting one – the one that spans many seasons. What do you think? What’s your story?

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