take me in your autumn arms
for you are every photon
take me by the hand and
kiss me softly on my spring lips
for you are every leaf that ever fell
every berry that stained the prints
of shaking summer fingers
now...
lets drift around this wintered world together
and pretend no one ever told us
how much we were supposed to love.
thanks all. i guess that, for me, love is a lot like the seasons, it has its warmth and its cold but whoever it is that you love, or that loves you, the act of love is always there.
elPintor
Tue 18th Oct 2016 23:44
Winter is dreadful here..the only thing I look forward to about it is the havoc it wreaks upon the dormant insect population that prevents mild plagues from coming into bloom in the warmer months.
Anyhow, I'm still focusing in on the first verses, but I know the last two lines are, for me, particularly cozy.. like love in spite of a sort of enforced suspension of life and the living.
elP
ps
David's enlightened me a bit with his idea..autumn allows us to embrace something dreaded. I could keep changing my comment endlessly through the evening as ideas dawn upon me...almost like knitting--catch and pull through.
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Tom Harding
Wed 19th Oct 2016 20:24
interesting stuff stu, i like it.