Art and the philosophy of life

Seasons…

spring
is
weak
and
shy
sometimes
appearing
and
sometimes
not
it
is
dotted
with
bits
of
sunshine
clouds
rain
and
tornadoes

 

summer
is
hot
and
sultry
the
sun
moving
in
to
heat
things
up
wispy
clouds
thunder
storms
and
warm
nights
flowers
birdsong
and
the
scent
of
lilacs
fill
the
air

 

fall
is
crisp
in
red
and
gold
as
leaves
crunch
under
foot
while
the
air
turns
cool
and
the
sun
pulls
away
leaving
a
sense
of
dread
in
its
wake

 

winter
pushes
its
way
in
huge
stark
and
brittle
sharp
edges
everywhere
the
earth
turns
barren
those
who
can
go
to
ground
and
hibernate
while
others
find
shelter
where
they
can
and
struggle
to
survive
the
frigid
days
and
nights
without
food
or
warmth
knowing
the
sun
has
deserted
them
once
again
handing
them
over
to
the
icy
claws
of
this
brutal
and
snow
white
season

Comments on: "Seasons…" (20)

  1. Heartafire said:

    What a beautifully description personalization of the seasons, so very like them! Lovely. ❤

    • Thank you, I’m so glad you liked it:) It’s nice out today, relatively speaking:)

      • Heartafire said:

        Very soon it will be Easter, surely spring will have sprung! :_)

      • Fingers crossed. We can still have frost after Mother’s Day. That’s when we can buy pants. Insane, isn’t it? Sometimes we have to bring the pots in at night, in MAY. I think the arctic is moving in. It was nice today 57 degrees so people were out without coats and finally coming out of their houses. It was windy but 57 made everything better:)

  2. Doesn’t sound like you are a big fan of winter! ;-D

  3. Beautiful, I like how the words are lined up and the season’s description.

  4. these four seasons
    both happy and sad
    like life

    Loved your great poem!

  5. Winter is a bully! 😉

  6. Wonderful poem, beautifully descriptive 🙂

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