Season to Season
by Delilah Coyne
Tender light green shoots
poke through dew softened earth
in the March morn
like newborns reaching for the sun's
Busy birds flicker
from grass to tree, grass to tree
pecking and plucking.
The air seems young and new,
warm and clean.
Each breeze feels fresh.
Spring grows warmer and melts to Summer.
Roses bloom in the bright sun.
The sky, white with blazing rays
of the sun, staring down on
sprinklers and picnics.
Grass, the greenest green,
lengthens and flourishes.
Bees buzz from warm flower
to warm flower.
Each rare breeze feels
welcome, but stifled.
Summer unleashes it's heated grasp and yields to Autumn.
Days grow shorter and
the mums burst forth
in orange and yellow,
while other plants and trees
give their leaves to the breeze.
Leaves flurry and flutter
rushing to the ground to
dance and shimmy
in the music of October.
Pumpkins and squash ripen,
smiling in windows.
Autumn falls and bends to Winters harsh embrace.
Stark, crooked, leafless branches
stand against a gray sky,
sunless and sullen.
Barren earth sleeps,
A colorless palette of
white, gray and dirt.
Unforgiving and relentless,
frigid wind cuts and slices
as it blows past icy lakes
and brittle, frozen groves.
An earthy corpse, cold and shrunken.
Winter breathes its last and gives birth to Spring.
Author's Note: I wanted to write a poem about the progression from season to season and capture the meat of each of those seasons within the piece. Not sure if I did so...
Posted on 04/15/2006
Copyright © 2020 Delilah Coyne
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/16/06 at 12:54 AM|
Your seasons each feel very distinct with strong descriptive images. I also like how you segue to the next.
|Posted by Christel Crews on 04/16/06 at 02:16 AM|
i love nature inspired works and this is an amazing piece, detailing the seasons and the flow of life on this green planet.. you use such vivid pictures with your words, i could see every season as it unfolded and gave way to the next
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/18/06 at 02:23 AM|
Hi Delilah. Yes, I think you pulled it off in fine form. This is very enjoyable poetry!
|Posted by Julie Adams on 05/02/06 at 09:41 PM|
I love how you capture all the seasons in their prime, and bring it full circle back to spring...leaving it off with a new lush future ahead...peace, jewels