I once knew a love – as fresh as a morning’s breeze

Such love – seemed not to wither – but float on billowing clouds of Spring

Sweet waves and passions – deep Summer – where cheeses and wines deceive

Alas – along comes winter – so profoundly – Love freezes most deep

Brave days, yes days most frigid – bereft of Summer’s – enthralling – sweet glee

Where once – to know Love’s sweet passions – most fresh – ever brisk – doth flee

Then along comes winds post-winter – Love freshens – frost recedes – ne’er to be

Spring advances again unbidden – to stir – hoe depths – bend knee

Oh eyes, sweet eyes of Summer – yearning – uninvited –  doth bleat

As sure as the snows of winter – returns to yonder great seas

So again I knew love and passion – as fresh as a morning’s sweet breeze

Such love – seemed not to wither – but float on billowing clouds of Spring

Sweet waves and passions – deep Summer – where cheeses and wines deceive

Alas – along comes winter… Will love e’er return for me?

                                                            By Steven R. Harrel

                                                            May 24th 2021