Your Season Comments

This is a delightful poem of nature and your love of it G.B. Smith

I felt the mood of reading Ur. poems as when I had read poems of William Wordworth Very good. Thank U. for sharing the poem.

This is a beautiful poem on love and relationship having stunning expression. Thank u dear Elaine and congratulate for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.

Write comment. Great imagination. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.

A wonderful creativity about the climate the poet given.

Your beautiful selection of words, delicate treatment of nature and an understanding of human relationships make it an amazing read. Thanks.

Congratulations on getting Poem of the Day! This is as smooth as silk, flows well, and while the loss of love touches the reader's heart, the poem keeps its elegance and does not bash him over the head with it. Very well done.

A special poem full of tender feelings. Very nice, Elaine. Congratulations on having it selected as member poem of the day.

The seasons of love and loss, a very moving and well written poem thank you Elaine

Tender verses beautifully written.

To Elaine A groundhog ate my tulip bulbs I saw him in the morn; Their bursting heads Had barely blazed Their petals chewed, now torn; Beauty has no special right To exist upon the dawn I hold their limpid tooth worked spears And helpless glower and mourn. The flower I thought to give to you In tribute to your form Was eaten by that waddling rat Who sniffs the air with scorn.

To Elaine A groundhog ate my tulip bulbs I saw him in the morn; Their bursting heads Had barely blazed Their petals chewed and torn; Beauty has no special right To exist upon the dawn I hold their limpid tooth worked spears And helpless glower and mourn. The flower I thought to give to you In tribute to your form Was eaten by that dirty rat Who sniffs the air with scorn.

To Elaine A groundhog ate my tulip bulbs I saw him in the morn; Their bursting heads Had briefly blazed Their petals chewed and torn; Beauty has no special right To exist upon the dawn I hold their limpid green tooth worked spears And helpless glower and mourn. The flower I thought to give to you In tribute to your form Was eaten by that dirty rat Who sniffs the air with scorn.

Love 's tender touch. Nice work.

Love can make every season just that much more special. Congrats, Elaine

Terrific handling of classic theme. Invoking Nature, lover, God, = deftly, thoughtfully crafted piece. Thx for Your Season. 😄

Willow moments as this flicker, Through dreams, your candle burns, This light for you; forever, Your season never turns. you are not there..... love and its seasons.......soft, sweet. thank you for this poem.tony

Through dreams, your candle burns Your season never turns. Very nicely put, Elaine!

'At my lips your echo lingers, Silence taunting.....you're not there.' is beautiful lines here. Loved the flow and honesty.10+++++

Sweet ballad about development of love and its seasons.