Such is the color of spring -May that it be the emerald of your eyes.
A shimmering of hope beyond cloudless scope
‘tis my fortune in beautiful
- Disguise.
Thus is the soul of summer -
As your smile is the beacon your heart.
The beckoning reflection of love and affection
as its warmth fills my cups
- Rampart
As autumn falls in your hair -
Tresses of ocher and tendrils of umber
that your garden golden is a harvest beholden
as I lie in your leaves bed of
- Slumber.
Then soft is your winter song –
Unfurling gently from skies of porcelain.
Caressing and petite laying kisses ‘pon my cheek
that I am all a blush of tender despair
as to when I may hold you
- Again
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005
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