The days to remember
were always in September.
When the leaves started to fall
and our hearts grew on the vine,
the days of roses and red, red wine,
the days when everything was fine.
We flamed passion's ember
embracing warmly in December.
When the snow started to fall
and our souls were blanketed in white,
glistening like the stars of midnight
a romantic stroll under moonlight.
On any crisp clear Spring day
our attitude was come what may,
as we kissed in the field of our love
planning our future romantic schemes,
this was our fulfilled come true dream,
making love by our crystal blue stream.
Suddenly you closed your eyes
my dead soul dawned no disguise
It was Summer, I was living by myself
now my ruined heart withers on the vine
so I laid down to finally close mine
no more roses and no more red, red wine.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween"
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