She leant against an archway where roses grew <br />with delicate hands and rosebud lips to make a young man blush. <br />Such is the Spring with its exhilarating essences of budding flowers, <br />trickling streams, new grass and birdsong to make the air zing. <br /> <br />Summer came and she toiled in the garden, digging, weeding, <br />trimming up hedgerows and her skin glowed radiantly. <br />Her young man visited everyday and was even more love struck. <br />Summer is a time of warmth, fulfilment and happy pleasures. <br /> <br />Autumn crept upon them and before they had a chance to see <br />love, so hot and lustful mellowed and as it died so did the leaves. <br />The leaves turned red and golden brown and then came winter’s frosty crown. <br /> <br />Winter frosts and winter snow, winter chills makes fingers glow. <br />The shortest days, the longest nights suddenly lit with Christmas lights. <br />Does a lover remember a lustful night or the touch of her hand in the morning light?<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-seasons-23/
