Sunday, December 4, 2016

Cold hearted season


Autumn shed her sad leafy tears
As Winter coming pushed past her
And watched her slowly die

He was a cruel cold hearted season
More exceptional by his breath
Which blew hope far away

How we suffered his long torment
Longing for the first glimpse of Spring
To come back home again

Then the crocus broke through the snow
It was the first joyful sign seen
Hinting of warmer days

Dark storm clouds now filled April's skies
Loudly laughing pouring with rain
As the chill lost its hold

She now having had all her fun
Gave way to Summer's languid ease
Sharp shadows now outlined

With sleepy breeze we now enjoyed
The balmy ease of the warm sun
Ere hard times came again

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23 comments:

  1. I love that crocus nestled in the middle.. she is hope and light - something to nurture and hope for again

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  2. Time, seasons, life, hope.... the churn goes on..

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  3. Ah, I think these are Northern Hemisphere seasons you describe so vividly.

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  4. we're having cool, soft sun in our sky now...enjoy warmth :)

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  5. Love the images of the "crocus broke through the snow. It was the first joyful sign seen. Hinting of warmer days"💝

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  6. With sleepy breeze we now enjoyed
    The balmy ease of the warm sun
    Ere hard times come again

    With that feeling of anxiety one must take them on prior to the impending bad times fast approaching!

    Hank

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  7. Ah, we must enjoy the sun when we have it....
    knowing that the hard times may be on the horizon.

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  8. I feel the circle of life here. We go round and round and sometimes take cover.

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  9. You have captured the seasons of nature and life. Winter hasn't officially arrived, we are still having a fairly warm fall. Sadly, the leaves are now all gone and the trees are bare until spring.

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  10. The winter that is now all over us will give way some day... but it feels like it's very long until it happens.

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  11. That crocus burst forth with such relief as I read. Loved this one, Robin.

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  12. I shall live for the coming of the crocus!

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  13. "More exceptional by his breath
    Which blew hope far away" A fascinating personification of winter as a cruel time indeed!

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  14. That was nice but got confused with he and she as I read it. The piece was very good.

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    1. I personified each season with each their own distinct character R.K. much like a family of four kids all different.

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  15. I really enjoyed the personification in this beautifully laid out and developed piece. Wonderful words ... a pleasure to read!

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  16. Really like the seasons and the crocus at its center,

    Elizabeth

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  17. You beautifully depict the revolving seasons of climate, as well as those of joys and hard time sorrows. In effect, you draw a picture of life here. I think this is one of your best poems. Loved it!

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  18. The seasons mirror our life so much. There are both good times and challenging times. Nothing lasts forever. A beautiful poem. Loved reading it.

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  19. The circle of time is presented with all the hope, ennui which life throws in the game of catch the ball, sometimes we let it slip having to run get it, pick it up and go back to the game

    much love...

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    much love...

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