Please dear,
stop, halt, cease
How is it has
come this,
Us; a lovers
tiff?
How could we differ?
We two who would
always kiss
To mend all the
hurt.
And if we do part
Who will touch
you tenderly
And hold you so
tight?
Who’ll care for you now?
When you fear or
imagine
Me not by your
side.
Spring was
discovery
Summer was warm
and so close,
Winter’s without
you.
Second thoughts, when minds are rasher, can mend so much.
ReplyDeleteYes, I like this one. Thank you for the Beauty.
Kwee
a lovely apology
ReplyDeleteI like how you compared the relationship to the seasons.
ReplyDeleteIt's like the life of a garden - running through it's seasons no matter how much you protest.
ReplyDeleteThe end verse really yelled..loss mingled with time..and regret..Jae
ReplyDeleteI see someone is becoming a ku haiku fan..addictive aren't they?
ReplyDeleteWinter is a bleak time,especially this year..the last haiku was sad .
Not too long till Spring.
Keep warm.
This is quite lovely, have been there :-)
ReplyDeleteA love story inside of each season, beautiful! You didn't mention autumn though. I know fall as a time for preservation. Perhaps a jar to hold what is sweet and warm for the next season? I hope that the heart is spirited soon. :)
ReplyDeleteRobin, your use of the seasons to describe your heartstrings... lovely. I really think you dug deep here to grab the essence of true love, the apologies that are so often needed, and the wonderful expression of making up. Wonderful! Amy
ReplyDeletehttp://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/07/13/twofer-serenity-leaders-and-bleeders/
I know architects have always considered themselves artists - but with a pencil & lines. You are proving the case with words. Lovely.
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