Saturday May 18th 2013

The Season of Our Love | Poem | Sonnet

sonnet season love


Summer is winding down and I was inspired to write another [intlink id="359" type="category"]poem[/intlink] that thrusts the four seasons together with love for another mash-up [intlink id="4532" type="post"]sonnet[/intlink]…

The Season of Our Love



Summer wanes like a fading ocean tide

Autumn will flood and then forge its retreat

Leaving Winter’s cold waters to preside

Until Spring’s renewal laps at our feet

Watching the heated breeze toss your soft hair

Knowing Fall’s hues can’t approach your beauty

Your emerald fire will melt the frigid stare

I live in the season of you and me

Your touch soothes the fierce storms of my soul

Raging weather healed with your hand in mine

We’ll ere lie beneath the sun, on the knoll

I’ll love you always, ’til the end of time

Each season, as does the sea, ebbs and flows

‘Cept the one of our love, which ever grows

29 Comments for “The Season of Our Love | Poem | Sonnet”

  • FeistyWoman says:

    Beautiful. “I live in the season of you and me.”

  • Stephan Hilson says:

    I am impressed with the painting, which I really like for captivating scene. As for the sonnet, it is really written beautifully. I love the lines “Your emerald fire will melt the frigid stare.” It seems similar to the stare of a lover to the person he admires a lot. I wish I could write a sonnet as creative as this one.


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