If through summer,
I hear the song of the finch, bright and yellow as the sun.
I see the light shining on the still, deep waters.
I taste the tart, sweet sorbet dripping onto my fingers.
I feel the cool breeze from the lake at sunset.
I smell the coconut oil wafting from the tanners lying on sand.
I walk with you on the beach, hand-in-hand,
And I know that the passion of our souls burns bright together.
If through fall,
I hear the crunch of fallen leaves as children laugh their way back to
school.
I see God’s artistic paintbrush as He colors the landscape in bright
hues.
I taste pumpkin pie and persimmon pudding as the turkey bakes.
I feel the warmth of my newly-donned coat shield me from the cold wind.
I smell Earth; the soil preparing for winter’s test.
Our hearts share a warm love and thanks for all good that has passed
As if by fireside we feast on thoughtful words and drink of grace.
If through winter,
I hear the quiet serenity of the rest and contemplation of many souls.
I see the hills draped in bright white, preparing for the renewal of spring.
I taste the rich things that bring warmth and belonging.
I feel the chill of melted snow that has slipped into my boots.
I smell the pine that will set the mood for the season—Christ’s birth.
You stay close to me and we quietly make room for
Presents under the tree and a grand celebration of togetherness.
If through spring,
I hear the song of the new bird, “here to stay.”
I see the explosion of green as each new leaf reaches out for the sun.
I taste the refreshing spring water melted from the heights of the
mountains.
I feel the energy coursing through every living thing.
I smell the sweet buds of flowers that await the bees and new life.
I feel your hand in mine, ready to take on the world
Two hearts weathered through sun and snow, now sing a beautiful
harmony.