Love begins as a bud,
new, green and fragile,
teased by the breeze
and early morning dew.
Love begins to open,
soft, shy and gentle,
caressed by the breeze
and the rising sun.
Love bursts and blossoms,
bright and transcendental,
mingling spring scents
and lovers’ breath.
Love often withers,
brown, dry and fearful,
hoping that spring
will come around again.
Kim M. Russell, 14th February 2019
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Love, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Shortcake, waffles, berries and cream… February!
Sumana asks us to honour and celebrate love in our poetry and has shared simple, passionate and timeless lines from some of her favourite poets from Persia, Lebanon and Syria, as well as quotations from George Sand and Martin Luther King, Jr.
writing in north norfolk 
It would be so lovely if only there was the bright blossom face of love always. Sigh. I could also read the haunting story of “brown, dry and fearful,” flowers. A beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Sumana.
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This is incredibly exquisite, Kim! ❤️ Especially love; “Love bursts and blossoms, bright and transcendental, mingling spring scents and lovers’ breath.” 🙂
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Thank you, Sanaa! 💖
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Love always leaves us that bit of hope in our bosoms, yup
happy you dropped by my blog Kim
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena. 💖
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I found it really interesting. Btw I am 14 and I just created my new blog. I would like everyone to visit it and you will will love it.
http://www.spiritonversations.wordpress.com
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Thank you. I’ll be over to visit later this evening.
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All the stages of love are vivid in your words. A beautiful blossoming!
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Thank you kindly, Khaya!
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Ah, the lifetime of love so beautifully expressed — oh yes, it withers, and yet there is always this hope for the spring to come. This is so good — the form, the texture, the message all as a composite whole.
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Thank you so much, Anmol.
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The many shades and seasons of love, beautifully depicted.
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Thank you, Kerry.
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The life cycle of romance…..beautifully done.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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It does seem we are always hopeing for spring….and love.
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😊
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Very lovely, Kim.
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Thank you, Vicki!
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What a lovely depiction of the stages (seasons) of love!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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This was a fun read, Kim. I was waiting for the bloom to open. And then what? You covered that nicely, it’s a sorry way to end, been there. Both of us grew new buds, like after a pruning. Our new bloom is still pretty and eye catching now 46 years old. The ‘other’ had two more shortlived before a third came to survive. Part of living.
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Thank you, Jim.
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lovely…fresh!
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Thank you Sreeja!
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I love this beautiful all these stages of love We do always hope that spring will come around again
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Thank you, Marja.
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I’ve experienced love in all its incarnations…
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How completely erotic! dELIGHTful.
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Thank you, Susan!
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