This is a poem I wrote for my husband, the form is Ballade Supreme.
I Fall
by Shellyne Urban
While tree branches bear cold nights, winter’s kiss
has me longing for the warmth of my love.
We nudge closer and talk of the promise
that we made to hold each other above
all others. The kids need attention, so
do the dogs, house needs paint, lawns need a mow.
The frigid air keeps us from these tasks, though,
and we stay inside in our warm thermals
to thaw our hearts and escape the snow.
Winter’s cold but our love is eternal.
Blossoms appear with pink, joyful tulips.
Baseball players on the field hold their gloves,
run, and swing the bat, trying not to miss.
We watch our boys, eyes wet with tears of love
streaming down our faces, cheering above
the rest as loud as we can so they know
we are here. We are always here. They show
us a smile, we joke that they look so tall.
We wonder out loud, where does the time go?
Spring is sweet and our love is eternal.
School’s out! Our girls are at the beach in flip
flops and suits we don’t want to see because
they are still our babies. We reminisce,
in the hot sun, squinting and in awe of
the bond we share, an overwhelming love
for what we have together. Kids have grown,
two of them moved out to be on their own.
A warm night shared outside and we recall
that we are still kids at heart. And we know,
Summer’s bright and our love is eternal.
If I had one season to call my own,
it’s autumn! But don’t fear to be alone,
I am more in love with you every fall.
Each season makes us stronger, for you know,
Seasons change but our love is eternal.
