Blossoming

Never now exhausted,
Love has blossomed forward,
Through extremes of seasons,
One by one went by.

Spring’s within the Autumn,
Falls are once more roaring,
And those blossom-oils are pouring
Under pastel-orange skies.

Let’s go for a hairpin drive
To where your love resides,
Secluded somewhere out of time
Beyond the woods outside.

I’d rather a life in near-solitude!
For Nature is all-celebrating
While cities are just enervating,
But only, love, in solitude with you.