Love's Season



Come to me before the Autumn time,
come to me before the leaves do fall,
come to me before the Winter time
and you can lay your head
upon my shoulder fair,
untie your golden hair.

Bring to me no chill of Winter time,
bring to me no tale of sad farewells,
bring to me the fruit of Summer time
and you will find your love
in our soft embrace,
kisses rained upon your face.

Speak to me of time when love was strong,
speak to me of Springtime’s morning light,
speak to me of evenings sweet and long
and you can stay within this place
where you once were free,
and gave your thoughts to me.

Come to me before the Autumn time,
come to me before the Winter storm,
come to me before the Spring sunlight
and warmth of Summer time
will ease your aching heart,
and we will never part.

Come to me before the Autumn time,
bring to me no tale of sad farewells,
speak to me of evenings sweet and long
and you can lay your head
upon my shoulder fair,
untie your golden hair.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AxaBCC aDaxee fgFehh Axgaii ADFBCC
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 931
Words 190
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 6, 6, 6, 6, 6

Inge Meldgaard

Born in Denmark in 1953, I migrated to Australia with my family in 1957. After spending my school years in Yallourn, I moved to Melbourne in 1970 to attend Monash University. Having graduated with a science degree in 1975, I worked in various fields, such as youth work, teaching, politics (with a special interest in the natural environment), social research, community development, and finally, information technology. I have also completed two graduate diplomas: one in sociology and the other in information technology, both at Swinburne University. Now retired, my last position was as an IT Manager at Monash University. Gardening, art, poetry and writing have also been life-long interests.I have recently published my first book, 'The Cicada', which is a crime/mystery novel, set in Australia, four hundred years into the future.Website: ingemeldgaard.daportfolio.com more…

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