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.