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Friday, January 13, 2012

When the Season Passes



We planted our love in the spring,
Hearts flying high on true love’s wing,
But time’s march is a constant thing;
Greens faded into brown.
There is no song for us to sing
Since love came crashing down.

6 comments:

Mary said...

Ah yes, so often it happens in life as it happens in nature: greens change to browns! Nice poeming here.

Marian said...

oh sigh, when it comes down. beautiful. love the photo, too.

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautiful, Mary... I especially like the last two lines.

Hannah Pratt said...

I really like this. It is simple and sweet.

Kay L. Davies said...

I love the rhythm of the second line. It seems to almost, but not quite, trigger a musical memory somewhere in the back of my mind.
A pretty poem with a sad ending but a wonderful rhyme pattern.
K

Kim Nelson said...

...since love came crashing down...
so meaningful...