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
