Love is a bud in springtime
Rainbows shimmer in spring rain
The lovers dream of the gold
The golden love to last the ages.
Under the warm summer sun
The bud blooms
Vibrant colour, glorious perfume
Beauty, passion, fertility.
Autumn’s cool winds blow
A petal falls, colour fades, the stem hardens
The rose of love searches for the summer sun
Needing warmth, sustenance, protection.
Winter chills the air
Lightening flashes, thunder roars
Petals are blasted away
Dashed to the frosty ground, crushed.
Soil hardens, crippling the roots
Spring will come again
A new bud will form
But it is not the same
It is new.