Our Calendar of Love (Poem)

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 they were

outstandingly impressed - suitably by,

as well as individually attracted to

each other - by this pioneering

occurrence they were now a

part of, happily considered

and afterwards willingly

set off on a mutually 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,

exactly on their own.

Autumn with its noticeable motif and like the resolute

relay runner receiving the all-essential baton, in this

traditional season run, from Summer: the having

actively participated but now on the verge of

becoming an outgoing participant player in

this imminently impending and seasonal

renovation, not to be outdone initiated

its own distinctive kaleidoscope of

organic colour which appealingly

and constructively both helped

to inaugurate and consolidate,

associated with the process

of fully highlighting and

boosting, the certainly

emotional Odyssey

gladly instigated

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, typically

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 finally nearing its

climacteric end in Winter.

While, in return, you and me: a twosome of

new lovers, indefinitely appreciative of the

alternating seasons for their picturesque

and considerable contributions to our

enchanting and amorous situation,

expectantly looked forward to

the future and the important

influences of its seasonal

sway on our particular

and comprehensibly

satisfyingly and

courageously

reciprocal,

amorous

affair.

© Stanley V. Collymore

5 September 2017.

Author’s Comments:

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.