Our Calendar of Love (Article)

By Stanley Collymore

We first met in Springtime, appropriately as it happens when things themselves, already in accommodating existence, come into full bloom and new life in tandem with this fresh and appealing surge of optimism, joyously in its refreshing and untainted innocence, set out in their own inimitable ways their highly impressive stall of irresistible temptations to fabulously enthral one and all with the exquisite dawning of a new beginning.

Then came Summer and with it the sun-packed days of light-heartedness, jollity and fun when those who were previously strangers to one another but now discovering that they were outstandingly impressed, suitably by as well as personally attracted to each other, by this pioneering occurrence, happily considered and shortly thereafter readily embarked on a reciprocally loving and enlivening relationship of their own. A situation in which, and similarly from our own delighted condition and personal perspective, they weren’t by any means, whatsoever, completely alone.

Autumn with its discernible motif and like the determined relay runner receiving the all-important baton, in this traditional season run, from Summer the having actively participated but now on the verge of soon to become an outgoing participant player in this imminently impending and seasonal transformation, not to be outdone created its own distinctive kaleidoscope of living colour that appealingly and constructively both helped to forge and augment, attendant with the process of fully reinforcing and cementing, the undoubtedly amorous Odyssey begun by you and me.

Winter with its impressive and teasingly flirtatious display of iced-chilled winds, pristine snow and periodic rain and, in the interim, markedly symbolic of the time of year, characteristically in its customary well-rehearsed and, inimitably, distinctively portrait-styled display of eye-catching beauty and transmittable serenity, steadfastly carried on, with its endearing equanimity, the final stage of this traditional and annual seasonal run first begun in Spring and now nearing its climacteric end in Winter.

While, in return, you and me: a couple of new lovers, forever grateful to the changing seasons for their picturesque and massive contributions to our delightful and amorous situation, earnestly looked forward to the future and the causal effects of its seasonal run on our own particular and reciprocally enterprising love affair.

There’s nothing more exciting, thrilling, personally intoxicating and incredibly rewarding than to unexpectedly encounter someone with whom you’ve madly, inescapably, passionately, and shrewdly as it also turns out, fallen in love with; and, furthermore, to subsequently and significantly shortly afterwards discover that the intense love which you exhibit for that specific individual is likewise reciprocated.

The poem of this name: “Our Calendar of Love” and the articles associated with it is therefore personally written for and fondly dedicated to all such fortunate and blessed individuals. And is done so by me in the earnest wish and fervent hope that your mutual love for each other remains steadfast, and like a vintage wine or champagne increases in value and its treasured preciousness to you with each passing year in your joint lives.