1 Poem by Michael Theroux

Love’s Four Seasons

mid day touching, now
your eyes blessing our joining
such soft, soft spring rain

finger tips, your sighs
a slow smile upon moist lips
summer’s quick rivers

dreaming now, after
long deep droughts of lovesweet aire
perfume of the fall

we two, together
desire rekindles love’s fire
winter’s rose hearth-light

Bionote

I write from Northern California; my career has spanned field botanist, environmental health specialist, green energy developer and resource recovery web site editor. Now in my seventh decade, I am shifting from the scientific and technical environmental field to placing my cache of creative writing. Many pieces may be found in Down in the Dirt and their semi-annual collection, ‘Cast Off!’, Ariel Chart, 50WS, CafeLit, Poetry Pacific, Last Leaves, Backwards Trajectory, Small Wonders, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Preservation Foundation / Storyhouse, Cerasus, The Acedian Review, the Lothlorien Poetry Journal & its Anthologies #2 and #4, City Key, Wild Word, Fixator Press, and elsewhere.