My love is not of the springtime
Blossoms, nesting birds and new born lambs
Rising sap and sprouting leaf
Nor is it the love of summertime
Bursting buds, showy flowers, perfumed air
Hot wind, heating the skin
It is not the love of autumn
Falling leaves, rain and cold wind
Hot and cold alternately
My love is of the winter
Sharp sparkling frost warmed by the rays of the gentle sun
Cold outside but inner warmth sitting by the cracking flames
Heady lust has settled
Looking for new pastures has waned
Now the warmth of friendship, the bond of trust
Shared dreams, laced with humour.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 