Our love began in the springtime
when the world was tender green,
and the love we gave each other
was beautiful and free.
The Primrose was our flower;
we gathered all we found.
Our hearts were filled with Springtime
and our world went spinning round.
I loved you in the summer
with a heart so full and true,
while honey colored sunlight
fell from skies of deepest blue.
The Daisy was our flower
and we laughed the rhyme away;
“He loves me not, he loves me!”
our flower of love would say.
But with the Autumn’s falling leaves
our love began to fade;
and while the harvest moon smiled down
we destroyed the world we’d made.
our flower was a faded rose;
its petals fell like rain;
Iis thorns became our anger
though the fragrance still remained.
Now the season of our discontent
lies cold and shadows fall.
And the icy winds of winter
blow against our separate walls.
No flowers bloom in winter;
no petals tender green.
Our love lies cold and broken
Like our broken summer dreams!
c.2011, Donna Swanson