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Summer

by Richard Vince

Summer 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 © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
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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