In spring, love stretched out its fledgling wings, and raised its face to the hope of new things.
Summer took love into flight, to bask in the glorious warmth and thrill of the sun’s delight.
Autum’s cool breath lifted love’s wings higher, soaring above brilliant gold, orange and red sights.
Winter rolled out a blanket, beauteous white, love found a home in hearts gathered, and huddled inside.
Copyright 2020 Joan Wiley