Love Seasons

my first love was the spring and yet each season brings me joy I love the summer heat the colors autumn will employ then too I love the rose but I must love the orchid more the rare and delicate that lies behind a hidden door I love the mockingbird that lifts me from despair and grief and where the osprey soars I find my faith and my relief I love a tender kiss the closeness of a winter fire and adoration's eyes still spark and kindle my desire I love the stormy night I love the forest after rain the silence of the stars though they can never feel my pain I love my dearest dream that somewhere in the soul of man the season yet may come when love becomes the master plan