Timothy Ray Poet Romanticism

Our Spring Was a Whirlwind of Newness

our Spring was a whirlwind of newness
learning our emotions
exploring the worlds we were
that had left their long-held orbits
as we began a dance among the stars
in each other's arms spinning thru galaxies
never losing the gravity in each other's eyes
we then burst into the fullness of Summer
idle days as companions upon a trail
each step brought us deeper into fruition
a fullness of an accrued life
we had reaped the orchards offerings
swung the scythe in union
as fields of wants and needs were harvested
now we sit on a bench
as everything begins to come to rest
it is our Autumn
holding your hand, the age spots
are now a part of what was pure alabaster
still, the precious cup 
my cheek holds in reverence
when you guide my gaze into yours
the skin has folded a bit
here and there
condensing years of accruing love
pouring inward to an ever-growing heart
time has been good to us
a love that has grown deeper
its roots match the canopy
joy hangs from the branches
rooted in the happiness below
we are the strong oak
a love was borne in a single acorn
what we have is the most precious gift
our singularity in the devotion we have
for each other
what we share deepest in those roots
is knowing these seasons are but
life in the garden to come
there are still times when our lips meet
i have those butterflies
still, times as i peer thru those roses
you grace our special evening meal with
you are red and i am pink
i skip a breath
the heart races an extra beat
i breathe in the potpourri she has become 
i still read to her poetry on that bench
where we first began
i have never wavered in my intent
each poem has but one purpose
to win her heart, again and again
the never-ending story of my love for her
children still lost in the magic

   2/1/19   Kismet
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and extraordinary part of the lives we live. ? Nora Roberts, Charmed

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Paula Goldsmith June 9, 2022 at 12:29 PM Magic, a 5 letter word that means the world to many. A "Wonderful" write filled with magic. Have a great/blessed day writings away...........................

Susan Ashley May 31, 2022 at 5:44 PM Dear Timothy, your golden pen is as enchanting as the love you so beautifully express. The tender imagery and metaphorical splendor of this poem is magical indeed in the way it captured my heart’s imagination with a magnificence that spans the seasons of a lifetime. Your last four lines are especially exquisite for a grand finale to an impassioned piece. Warmest wishes, my friend.. ~Susan Timothy Ray June 2, 2022 at 6:18 PM thank you Susan...to be complemented by fellow travelers upon this road is as if Jane Austen has invited you to tea....when a limn of mine becomes a cherished portrait...tis a moment Mr. Darcy forgives himself of those brutal moments he spent exposing the other side of the equation...

Suzanne Delaney May 31, 2022 at 4:46 PM This is so beautiful. I feel echoes of my mine and John’s life long relationship in this. I would love to print it off and read it each day….like a dawn ritual. Thanks dear friend. Your words are magic. Pix Timothy Ray May 31, 2022 at 4:49 PM thank you, greatly appreciated