This poem is a sweeping statement that at first I took to meausre the lifecycle of love. Then I realized it doesn't talk about the cycle of love, but about the cycle of a lifetime with one love.

It is Spring. You fall in love. The birds are singing as the snow melts and forms a babbling brook. New flowerbuds are starting. The whole world is brand new, as is your love. There is so much to explore out there and nothing can go wrong. Your energy is boundless. Don't you remember that feeling? I do, and it has been thirty two years.

And then it is summer. The hay is starting to grow in the fields, it is your family. And this thing called love is a little more work. You and your love work together-growing together. At the end of the day, you listen to the 'babbling brook' and hopefully you and your love are content together. Problems resolved, and new challenges face you still.

And next it is autumn. Your children are grown, grapes of the vineyard. You are ready to settle down, your challenges are met and conquered. You are starting to see the end, but you are not there yet. It is only frost that you see; the warning is in your heart.

Then winter for you and your loved one. The one you have enjoyed the life with. And you don't want it to end. The life you have had is is afull one. You hold him/her close; this is your love.