The fresh green of the grass.
Your touch on my skin.
Our limbs entwined on the park lawn
as the breeze blows around us.
Hearts are dancing again.
The crisp blue of the water.
Your touch on my skin.
Waves crashing around us.
It is love we’ve been granted and
We have both given in.
The leaves falling yellow, orange, and red.
Wanting your touch on my skin.
I am chilled, dry to the bone,
Where have you been?
The red roaring fire.
Feeling your touch on my skin.
Snow falling outside the window
while you’re keeping me warm,
Yet now only in this dream.
Copyright ©2008 Veronica Romm
6 responses so far ↓
Outdoors2 // April 16, 2008 at 8:24 pm
A pretty picture is painted
From your heart thats so true
Blended seasons all together
from within the canvas of you
~R
Bhaanu // April 17, 2008 at 5:17 pm
A poet is an observer of the experiences, but unaffected by it.. because the poem is born only when U stand away and look at it… it may be a sad experience or a happy one.. but to write about it, one has to be an observer..Here we can see the experiences flow along with the colours and seasons…The happy memories of the past..yearning for those happy moments again, missing them.. realizing it’s all a dream now, yes it underlines sad longing for the intimacy and nearness of the loved one.. but more than sadness here I catch the picture of the beautiful moments they have spent together in their past..Great poem~ by a great poet!
romi41 // April 17, 2008 at 7:35 pm
This was such a mix of emotions! And I felt sad at the end…love does have its seasons doesn’t it?
This was very nice…
Kermit // April 18, 2008 at 8:06 am
Just excellent! Thanks, Veronica!
Espreson // April 19, 2008 at 11:00 am
Enjoyed the poem a lot…The picture you have depicted is most beautiful…
Great!
Jakob // April 19, 2008 at 1:15 pm
I especially enjoyed the use of color to show the change of emotion. Well done!
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