This is the very first poem I ever wrote.
It may not win but I am using this opportunity
to honor my husband - we will be celebrating our
30th wedding anniversary in July.
Your love for me was born in Spring
carried gently on perfumed wings;until a sultry breeze I suspect,
sprayed our summer's silky neck;
reds and golds at autumn's peak,
shades of friendship never weak.
Winter's colors showed up best,
in light of Parkinsons passed the test;
instead going south for warm weather,
love for me proved fairer than ever;
you shut out the cold, winter's curse,
wrapping me in for better or worse.
My husband, years in this infernal,
you have kept our springtime eternal;
a season never changing in your heart,
seeing me the same as from the start!
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
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