If Love Were a Season by Nicole Terry   love rains past these cold nights nature leaves this century eternal summer ebb, winter tide slice the next solstice wide dirty season yet to flow off the long cycle of death the frozen crescent of life falls short of the moon the new year rises slowly through dark ice— will the sun blossom dry to end a wet sky? barren star begin on time always after an equinox and one month of earthbound snow minute turns to day and clouds the breeze of warmth in love. © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED [return to Sensual Poetry] [more Poems]