Green buds and winters' death

Young love is fresh as the newest green buds

arriving in early spring to shake off the hold

of the winter of adolesence and blinding snow

lifting the spirit and warming the blood

promising so much more

as time pushes on

carrying you onward over years like mossy boulders

strewn through a forest on carpets of gold

the rays of the Sun as the hopes in a heart

never for certain yet always returning from afar

piercing the canopy to kindle feelings and growth

shadow and light,color and life

betrayal and forgiveness,passion and wonder

relationships like waking spring or love

evolving into summers as fulfilling as natures passage itself

love at its loftiest height where fresh seeds are borne in the wind

to homes near and far

then Autumn arrives ......Spring is now long gone

the shadows close in: sapping and withering and blinding

and at last Winters' death shall knock on the door