Return to Me

Some seasons gone by,

and you return to me.

You-

My Love-

My warmth, spirit,

Surprise.

Just when I thought I might never see you again-

Your call.

 

I wake to find you warm beside me,

The sun.

I hear the song of sparrows,

It is your call,

your warmth,

your word-

You tell me every time you go-

“I will be back again,

this time, next year-

I promise.”

But I do not hear from you,

For so long,

I begin to doubt.

Then you return,

I feel you once again.

Everything as it should be,

The snow begins to fade.

 

I know the solidity of seasons,

The strength of pattern,

Absurdity of the worlds tilt,

That brings you back to me.

But everyday is a-new,

And every season not the same.

-You, my lovely, my mild, my wet, warm and ever loved season,

It is you that I wait for,

always longing to hear your call.

So I can tell you, beg you,

Never leave,

Ever stay,

Ever Spring.

Reviews

[Brad Baum]

Such an amazing, vivid and thought provoking piece. The first two stanzas or sections were good, but the piece really picks up with the third stanza and your concluding sentiments. You create such a powerful metaphor with the seasons, especially with the mentioning of spring and all of the symbolism that stands behind it. I love how you intertwine the plot and story line into that metaphor. Great write!

[Coffee Vampier]

I love the vividness its quite expressing makes me realize how luck we are when spring comes around :)

[Hello, Goodbye]

interesting streaming consciousness.,.

[V.B.]

I am consistently being amazed by the enormous variety of styles on this site. Your voice is beautiful in this poem. It's like listening to the music of a soft summer breeze during the early days of spring. Loved it. Thanks!

[Saraplenty]

This is fantastic!! Now that I live up north, I appreciate the sentiment of this so much more.

[Amy Vaughn]

WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING AT WRITING? I love all of it. I was reminding myself which lines to cut and paste to say were my favorite, but I ADORE this poem. It sounds like something someone would write and I'd read it in an English class, or stumble upon it and treasure it and look into what else the author writes. That's how much I love it! I am incredibly jealous, you need to come home soon so we can be geeks and talking about poetry some more.