I go outside and

I go outside and
the sun loves me with its

spring warmth
do you have a love for me

is it winter?
what season love be more

tender than giving blankets?

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4 Responses to I go outside and

  1. Bridgette says:

    Warmth and love go hand in hand, but you are making me think of scorching love versus cuddly blanket loveโ€ฆboth have their own season in a relationship.

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    • David says:

      Winter love to me will be love which shelters, heals, and offers support.

      ‘Scorching’ me thinks, will be Summer, for the athlete beneath our skins. And

      Spring for the Carnival of love, and Autumn,

      for reflective love.

      All seasons for the poems in us, Bridgette. ๐Ÿ™ Me thinks that way anyway. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Your comment more eloquent and more lovely than the posted poem, me thinks, D

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