Seasons of love

Snow falling,

Tree limbs reaching into the sky like so many naked wooden fingers,

Sky overhead in swirling gray and white and blue—

I do,

Feel for you,

It’s true,

That Love tastes like April rain on a stretched-out tongue,

And sounds like blowing wind through grass,

In springtime though the months do pass,

But still—

Through summer’s sultry dragging days,

Your lovely image persists,

And as lonely autumn leaves blow by,

I wonder why,

The world does not stop and pray,

For seasons’ Love that grows throughout the day.