Four Seasons
A year in a poem
Woe betide the eternal grey,
grey for so long, darkness ev'ry day,
it seems impossible not to succumb,
to this dreary way.
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Lo behold!
A flash of iridescence, from the earth sprung,
a marvelous preview of natures upcoming song,
O what is this flash of hope?
Of which I see burst before me?
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Is it the flash of a kingfisher
from this river of land?
Or a pearls luminescence,
washed up on the sand?
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Lo behold!
The humble quintessence, a springtime plant,
the joyful entrance, a season begun,
the chorus of the crocus,
a bringer of hope, that spring has sprung.
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The sun’s rays are beating down
relentless they seem,
sweating so profusely I feel I may drown,
please spare me from the unrelenting beam.
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Lo behold!
What is this glorious scent
delivering a cooling mist,
it surely must be heav'n sent,
leaving the skin feeling kissed.
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Alas, it is not just a smell
the heav'ns have released a gift,
unleashing a sky sent swell
giving the sweltering miasma a lift.
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Lo behold!
This is not a depressing downpour
nor is its relief exclusive,
to those of a human persuasion
it is natures boon, the sweet summer rain.
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The Summer Solstice has passed,
the leaves are dropping, falling,
it seems the light is waning,
as though the Winter grey is calling.
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Lo Behold!
A flash of flaming crimson,
from atop the wooden giants,
O what woe to cause a-fire,
to such harm our gentle giants.
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Is it the suns last rays of defiance,
a pre-emptive attack on winter, to combat the grey,
the summer suns act of non-compliance
a bitter conclusion in the fight for the day.
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Lo Behold!
The last bastion of light bursting forth,
a joyful dance, an ode to summers passed,
the autumnal riot,
to stave of the Winter grey.
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Winter has settled,
seemingly here to stay,
the sky above appears grey and metaled,
o how can we do this ev'ry day.
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Lo Behold!
Low on the horizon, bursting forth
rays so brilliant, bright and clear
it seems heav'n descended
to remind us, winter is not so dreary and dear
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Is it truly heav'n so clear,
the light so blinding,
displayed against the cacophony of grey,
for what else the source of such luminescence.
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Lo Behold!
The light so radiant
on the cold winters day
a brilliant reminder,
of the seasons to come,
belongs to our friend,
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The Winter Sun.
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Alexander Stoddart
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Comments (4)
Great description of the four seasons, thankyou for sharing and congratulations on Top Story, well deserved xx
Sensational writing! Thx 4 sharing! 🌸
Beautiful poem of the changing seasons, poetic in its own right. You definitely did it justice. Congrats on Top Story!
Absolutely gorgeous. The exclamations scattered throughout keep a rising pace. I really enjoyed that.