I have always appreciated the use of metaphors for conditions of the heart and soul. Metaphors can bring poignant meaning to conversations with the use of visuals, giving us both insight and feeling to what is being said, as well as having us feel like we are part of the story.

In the poem below, the image of winter weather as a metaphor for a season of love, inspired a vision of how love, without attention to the heart and soul, can ebb and flow, losing its sense of ground regarding  couplehood, commitment, unity and faithfulness. The poem reflects a season of life, where cold winds blew, and how the warmth of a love, returned.

The poem was originally composed for a poetry group in response to a writing assignment.

In honor of love, and the beauty of the weather of the heart and soul.

The Coldest Season of Love
~Paulette Jackson

It was the coldest season
of love 
like the longest winter
that seemed to never end
where merciless north winds
   slapped hard
without regard
 for soft ears, tender flesh and weary souls

It was the coldest season
of love
like the winter of 1987
when the heat
went off
And we worked hard
 to keep our home
from getting too cold
inside
And for all our efforts
to keep it warm
even sitting by the fire
wearing coats and gloves
was necessary attire

But the heat finally came back on
And we sighed with relief
for the feeling
of warmth
that ran through our veins
like a spring thaw
and the ice turns to rain

It was the coldest season
of love
When all that seemed left
was loss
 And searching each other’s face
for hope
instead
found tears

But it was those tears
 in his eyes of blue
that revealed a glimpse
of what she knew
many years ago
that was true

“I don’t want anybody else
 I never wanted anybody else
but you
From the first time I met you
I felt it true
I loved you.”

Suddenly
in that moment
they felt the heat
come back on

And they sighed with relief
for the feeling of warmth
that ran through their veins
like a spring thaw
and the ice turns to rain

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Marriage hath in it less of beauty but more of safety, than the simples life; it has more care, but less danger, it is more merry, and more sad; it is fuller of sorrows, and fuller of joys; it lies under more burdens, but it is supported by all the strengths of love and charity, and those burdens are delightful. ― Bishop Jeremy Taylor

For the Suppor of Your Life
For the Many Sides of Life

~Paulette Jackson 

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The Coldest Season of Love, was originally composed for a poetry group in response to a writing assignment.