Oakland, Or, USA
Springtime is borne on your voice,
Your laughter brings the flowers to bloom.
Summertime resides in your touch,
A warmth to rival the rays of the sun.
Autumn's colorful swirls abound,
In the sweet, dizzy afterglow of your love.
And icy blue sparkle fo Winter,
Is found in the depths of your eyes.
You are the seasons of my love,
Spring would not bring rebirth,
The Summer sun would not burn.
The colors of Autumn would all be gray,
And Winter would no longer a wonderland be.
Sharon Lee Rotondi
[This message has been edited by Enotneicna (edited 06-07-99).]