Love wrestles in the wounded womb
of starving souls
an embryo designed to be delivered
in a blanket of blossoms
on the barren branches of February

Love lingers in summer's succulence
it explodes inside the arteries of autumn
bleeding red and gold passion
into the lilting leaves of life.

Love curls up on your lap
to nestle on a wintry night
in front of the fire place
kindled in kindness.

Love is a seesaw in motion
up
then down
down
then up
always seeking balance.

Love stares down depression
lifts up the lonely
it is a confluence of seasons
embracing the ethos of life.