Love keeps no record of wrongs
To me summer means love
with its hot sunny days
and plants blooming everywhere
Do you suppose summer
keeps a record of winter’s wrongs
its harsh cold blizzard blasts
freezing rains and icy winds
Does summer hold a grudge
about winter’s dark dreary nights
and short sunless days
Does summer blame winter
for the death of plants
once vibrant and green
now brown and forlorn upon
the frost-bitten ground
Or does summer forgive
embracing winter’s loss
with its warm sunny days
its Godly loving ways
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For yesterday’s Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, Walter called for a poem about the seasons using a line from another poem as a starting point. I didn’t quite follow the prompt because the line that is the anchor and muse of my poem is from scripture, not a poem, and the line itself is not about seasons. Rather, it is about love. The line from 1 Corinthians 13:5 — “Love . . . keeps no record of wrongs” — has been on my mind lately. Then last night I had this idea for a poem involving my most and least favorite seasons and whether their relationship is a loving one.