Love is the fifth season
It starts in March
With shines of longer days,
guarding the waters more.
It moves along with
greens and joys of May.
It flourishes above the lilacs
And with you I sleep
Amidst lilies-of-the-valley…
It drifts down July dusks
Colored in bluish touches.
……………………………………………
October is the beginning of times
Cutting edges and bringing back
Memories of youth.
Now it is the season to embrace
The truth…
This is an old poem from year 2015.
Art by Viktor Vasnetsov.
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author for 5 Medium.com publications, Spillwords.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
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Good poem. Lile a circle of life, but of love instead. I liked it a lot.
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Thank you very much! Love is not all around but above all ❤
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you very much, dear Yassy ❤
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You are so welcome, dear Lulia. 💜❤️💚💙
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Nice poem Julia, every month and season has something magical to offer us including reality checks…….Now it is the season to embrace
The truth… Thanks
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Thank you very much. Love and seasons’ magic are vines of truth in life ❤
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“Old” poem you say, but lovely. x
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Yes, old as I saw the words 2 years ago, but they still hold true. Thank you, Roger ❤
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Beware the Ides of March! I say that cos I was dumped once in March… And it felt like JC must have felt when Brutus and the gang turned on him! Nice poem though… ☺
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Thank you for the warning! 🙂 With the Ides of March and the spear of betrayal concocted by good old Shakespeare, we can always be prepared for the Ides of June, July or August 🙂 What about December? Maybe the holidays keep betrayal at bay?! 🙂 I will have to look into it. 🙂
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Once bitten twice shy, we say. It actually felt a bit different than a mass betrayal as with Caesar’s senators. But I thought I’d keep it simple. 😊🌷
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Well, you are right about keeping it simple, a “niche” betrayal is somewhat simpler and more likely to expect and accept… As feathers in the wind, but we like the wind 🙂
❤
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Yes well, as the Moody Blues put it… “the one that gets you that you just don’t see…”
I used to be a huge Moody Blues fan… not so much any more. 💤💞😗
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Likewise. I am into indie music now 🙂
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One of my fav mainstream tunes… https://youtu.be/CXEBOA7lpTc “he doesn’t know what I do… so I CREEP!” Mind you, I think I’d say, for the 21st century, SHE doesn’t know what I do, so I creep…” 🙂
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🙂 Thank you! And one of my favorites. Not so mainstream but on the main topic 😉 🙂 or on the main word root 🙂 https://youtu.be/XFkzRNyygfk
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Umm radiohead was/is pretty big. I always thought it was a simply amazing name for a band… Like ‘why didn’t I think of that!’ 🐒☺🎧
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🙂
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Nice:)
Go through my post too
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Thank you! Most gladly 🙂
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A poetic beautiful blast! Wow!
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Thank you very much!
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Tis the season for love Iulia. I admire the simplicity of your poem. Read (as in red) through your comments for additional insights too. For me the wonder of Shakespeare and all that alias name contains is a language for the soul and of the soul but not merely a soul. It is my intention to frequent your site more often.
Love & light,
JY
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Thank you very much! Simple is better, I hope, as we cannot oversimplify life, at least words should follow a simple pattern. I think 🙂
If I can “plagiarise” the words of a titan of literature about another titan: “All modern literature comes from Shakespeare” and maybe the old ways are not that old….Miranda is one of the most beautiful names 🙂
Thank you again for reading ❤
Love, light and laughter,
Iulia
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Let us toast to Miranda then, the soft and gentle, yet thunderous and brilliant flame, that which is worthy of such a lovely name. =)
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Agreed 🙂 For thunder, lightning, shine and scent and the lovely Miranda! 🙂
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I love this poem! 🙂
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🙂
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Everything about this is beautiful
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Thank you! ❤
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Nice.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, inspired me to write “LOVE IS”, watch out for a pingback!
Have a great weekend,
Mick
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Just in case you have not got your pingback option switched on, a link https://mickhispoetry.wordpress.com/2017/08/04/love-is/
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Thank you very much! I am humbled and honored. I will set my mind with a view to a similar homage for you. A blissful weekend!
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Many thanks Iulia. 🙂
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