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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I love that crocus nestled in the middle.. she is hope and light - something to nurture and hope for again
ReplyDeleteTime, seasons, life, hope.... the churn goes on..
ReplyDeleteAh, I think these are Northern Hemisphere seasons you describe so vividly.
ReplyDeletewe're having cool, soft sun in our sky now...enjoy warmth :)
ReplyDeleteLove the images of the "crocus broke through the snow. It was the first joyful sign seen. Hinting of warmer days"💝
ReplyDeleteWith sleepy breeze we now enjoyed
ReplyDeleteThe 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
Ah, we must enjoy the sun when we have it....
ReplyDeleteknowing that the hard times may be on the horizon.
I feel the circle of life here. We go round and round and sometimes take cover.
ReplyDeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteThe winter that is now all over us will give way some day... but it feels like it's very long until it happens.
ReplyDeleteSaved by the crocus! A poem for all seasons
ReplyDeleteMy story is about Albert!
That crocus burst forth with such relief as I read. Loved this one, Robin.
ReplyDeleteI shall live for the coming of the crocus!
ReplyDelete"More exceptional by his breath
ReplyDeleteWhich blew hope far away" A fascinating personification of winter as a cruel time indeed!
That was nice but got confused with he and she as I read it. The piece was very good.
ReplyDeleteI personified each season with each their own distinct character R.K. much like a family of four kids all different.
DeleteAh, well done then. :)
DeleteI really enjoyed the personification in this beautifully laid out and developed piece. Wonderful words ... a pleasure to read!
ReplyDeleteReally like the seasons and the crocus at its center,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
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!
ReplyDeleteThe seasons mirror our life so much. There are both good times and challenging times. Nothing lasts forever. A beautiful poem. Loved reading it.
ReplyDeleteThe 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
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