The soft willow slowly blossomed, <br />With a gentle blush of red. <br />Your loving tender touch was felt, <br />As blazing sunlight reared its head. <br /> <br /> <br />You came into my life in springtime, <br />When fragrant blossoms showed their face. <br />The perfumed richness of their beauty, <br />Enthralled me in your warm embrace. <br /> <br /> <br />Then came the sudden storms of summer, <br />Testing Nature to repair. <br />The damaged petals of our loving, <br />The shaken trust in our despair. <br /> <br /> <br />Autumn breezes brought you closer, <br />As petals crumpled on their stalks, <br />Their withered beauty stood an omen <br />That murmured death along our walks <br /> <br /> <br />Star-filled nights, their brilliance countless, <br />As I breathed the chill night air. <br />At my lips your echo lingers, <br />Silence taunting, love beware. <br /> <br /> <br />The bulbs of love that we planted <br />In the loam and rich peat moss <br />Insures that death can be surmounted: <br />New seasons resurrect what’s lost<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/planting-bulbs/
