Sparkling frost warmed by the sun

My love is not of the springtime

Blossoms, nesting birds and new born lambs

Rising sap and sprouting leaf

Nor  is it the love  of summertime

Bursting buds, showy flowers, perfumed air

Hot wind, heating the skin

It is not the love of  autumn 

Falling leaves, rain and cold wind

Hot and cold alternately 

My love is of the winter

Sharp sparkling frost warmed by the rays of the gentle sun

Cold outside but inner warmth sitting by the cracking flames

Heady lust  has settled

Looking for new pastures has waned

Now the warmth of friendship, the bond of trust

Shared dreams, laced with humour.