Spring, a hesitant touch, like the first unfurling of a fern. Sunlight, a pale gold wash over new green shoots, mirroring the shy blossoming of our affection. Stolen glances, quick as the darting of hummingbirds, a shared laugh, light as the breeze whispering through willow branches. The air thick with the promise of something more, a burgeoning warmth that melts the last frost of doubt. We walk hand in hand, the earth beneath our feet soft and yielding, a reflection of our hearts opening to each other. The scent of hyacinth and damp earth, a heady perfume that intoxicates the senses, a prelude to the vibrant summer to come.
Summer, a blaze of color, a riot of sensation. Days long and languid, stretching out like sun-drenched meadows. Our love, a sunflower turning its face to the light, bold and unapologetic. Passionate embraces, as fierce as a summer storm, leaving us breathless and renewed. We swim in lakes, cool and dark, our bodies slick with water, mirroring the depths of our feelings. The taste of ripe berries, sweet and ****, lingers on our tongues, a reminder of the sweetness we’ve found in each other. Fireflies ignite the twilight, tiny sparks of light mirroring the fire that burns between us.
Autumn, a tapestry of russet and gold, a time of mellow reflection. Our love, a vintage wine, rich and complex, aged to perfection. Long walks through forests ablaze with color, leaves crunching beneath our feet like whispered secrets. We gather close, drawn together by the chill in the air, finding warmth in each other’s arms. The scent of woodsmoke and cinnamon, a comforting aroma that fills our home, a sanctuary built for two. Our conversations deepen, like the lengthening shadows of late afternoon, exploring the hidden corners of our souls. We are grateful for the harvest of our love, the bounty of shared experiences.
Winter, a blanket of white, a time of quiet intimacy. Our love, a flickering candle in a darkened room, a beacon of warmth and light. Snow falls softly outside, muffling the world, creating a cocoon of peace around us. We curl up by the fire, wrapped in blankets, sharing stories and dreams. Hot chocolate, rich and creamy, warms our hands and our hearts. The silence is filled with unspoken words, a language of love that transcends all others. Our bond, like the evergreen trees, remains strong and steadfast, enduring the harshest of winters.
And as the seasons turn again, as spring’s first blush returns, I long to walk this path with you once more. Each bud, each bloom, each ray of sunshine, each falling leaf, each snowflake, a reminder of the beauty we’ve created together. I want to relive every moment, every touch, every word, every season of our love, again and again, forever.
From my lesson in Picadilly's Write the Poem
