Summer by Richard VinceSummer is empty
So I hide underground
And hibernate
Autumn liberates
With the death of leaves I feel alive
The coldness of winter
Gives me warmth
But sadness prevails
And the spring, surrounded by life
I grow old and withered
The summer is veiled darknessĀ
As I turn cold and die
The waiting resumes
For I am only alive
When the summer is over 09/13/2000 Posted on 11/29/2004 Copyright © 2025 Richard Vince
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Posted by Rula Shin on 11/29/04 at 07:42 PM This is incredibly written Richard...the madenning duality of comfort and pain, life and death, love and bitterness is very much imbedded in our experience of the seasons...so very poignant, with each moment of change comes a taste of the light as well as the darkness. I felt the most touched by this line, "I am only alive When the summer is over" - that thin line between the end of summer and the beginning of the next season's change...it signifies to me the VERY MOMENT...the only moment when true LIFE is possible...the one moment that is eternal in its BEING. You found the hidden door between past and future and turned this moment into an eternal LIFETIME. That's how I saw it. Wonderful piece! |
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