Background:Bob Birch retired after 35 years as a psychologist, now identifies himself as an author and poet, with seventeen books to his credit. He lives in rural Ohio in the company of his wife, four dogs, four fish, four parakeets and a lone (very spoiled) cockatiel named George.. Please email your comments to BirchBarks@aol.com.
Bob Birch not only writes and publishes, he has a web site that is definitely worth a visit. Click here to visit. Some of his poetry is strictly of an adult nature. Those poems are clearly delineated on his site.
Seasons
The springtime of our love
So naive
Young hands discovered
What minds had yet to comprehend
Excited by mysteries unfolding
In the summertime of our love
Hot and sweaty
Filled with passion and desire
Knowing secrets lovers know
Noisy in celebration of the season
Autumn brought a slower pace
Lives filled with color
Rich in appreciation of a quieter time
Unhurried in our love
Comfortable in the commitment of the cooler nights
The inevitable winter now upon us
A time to reminisce
Warmth still found in our embrace
Our histories so intricately intertwined
Into a fading patchwork of undying love
