You are the best sonnet writer.
You wrote a piece that would resonate with many others. Sometimes there are relationships that never end even when they do. Some bonds are bound to be. There is sadness and yet peace in your words. Lost things but yet much things gained yet. Your description is magical.
I lover every single word and how your metaphors connect all through the piece. From the ripe word to your last summer line.
You're always so consistent with, not only the quality of each sonnet, but the theme and giving even more depth. Mentioning winter and summer in the opening lines, in almost a sorrow for the loss of summer's warmth.... then not just hoping for its return, but KNOWING it will return, that lifts one's spirit. I also found wisdom in acknowledging that love may not always be burning passion, it may be more subdued, but still present. It's lasting love, not necessarily in obvious ways though. It made me think of the naivety of perhaps a first love, or a young love, and thinking it won't be anything but paradise, then experiencing the ups and downs where you both have to learn how to adapt. It's a process. That doesn't mean it's over, just because seasons change. There are possibilities to grow in new ways, to learn, together.
"Our love may slumber far beneath the land,
But won't be killed, no matter how we try."
^ This made me think of self-sabotage, or the ways we may try to overcompensate and force something.
So much depth to this. Eloquent, as to be expected, Ben. Thanks for sharing!
I always find it intimidating leaving a comment on your poems. They're charismatic, I don't know if this a right expression for poetry but they really are.
I love the title!!! I can't think of a better one for this sonnet.
The beauty of seasons that once they are over we know that they'll be back. Sometimes even more beautiful as we relive them. Life and love all have their own seasons.
The quality of your sonnets has always been superb but this one is truly sublime. From the inspired title to the last line the depth of emotion and meaning contained shines out. The use of the seasons to express love, loss and hope is inspired and struck a chord for me that will take a long time to die away.
Winter does bring on gloom and melancholy. I love the way the below lines speak of love as in...love's just taking a slumber somewhere deep and will return when days get warmer and cheerful :-)
That leaves may fall and never really die;
Our love may slumber far beneath the land,
But won't be killed, no matter how we try.
The green to brown and brown to green in turn;
The winter reigns but summer will return.