Changes are happening
Sun now starts sinking
Autumn winds now whisper in my life
Then winter cuts with its sharp knife
Chilling me to the bone
Now that I'm all alone
Sweet was the springtime
Summer a heady wine
How glorious were those days of ours
As we whiled away those happy hours
The sun knows does she not?
That you'll never be forgot
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Poignant metaphors there Robin,
ReplyDelete"Its sharp knife" is a perfect metaphor. I love how this becomes a love song.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely the seasons entwined in your poem of love.
ReplyDeletemuch love...
"Summer a heady wine"...love this...
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written. I liked the contrast in the 2 verses. And the way you've concluded the poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is oh so tender and wistful, Robin 💖
ReplyDeleteVery moving lines
ReplyDeleteVery moving lines
ReplyDeleteI think the sun knows In fact I am sure
ReplyDeleteThe sun knows indeed!
ReplyDeletea lovely sentiment
ReplyDelete"Chilling me to the bone, now that i'm alone...." So poignant. No, she will never be forgotten, Robin.
ReplyDeleteOh indeed, the sun knows....and the sun remembers! A poignant piece, Robin.
ReplyDeleteNo matter how much we still wish for summer, there's no way to stop the turning of the seasons. But doesn't winter seem more frequent than it used to?
ReplyDeleteI think the sun does know and will offer light in days of darkness.
ReplyDeleteThis one pull a very long sigh out of me, Robin. I think that the sun knows, indeed... That's the reason why it reaches through the freezing clouds, to warm our hearts... ☼
ReplyDeleteI relate very much!
ReplyDeleteChanges are happening
ReplyDeleteSun now starts sinking
Autumn winds now whisper in my life
Changes are happening but one can while away at happy hours taking them one at a time happy reminiscing of the loved one.
Hank
Well-penned, Robin. The allegory of the seasons suits your theme well.
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