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Seasons Turn

by Brian Francis



When winter lays her bounty white
Across the grassy knolls and meadows
Frosty winds blowing a shivering gale
Drift the shallows and fences high
Its harrowing voice a banshee wail

Spring breathes a warming breath
Stirs the sleeping potential hidden
To rise up to stand and budding bloom
To tempt the bees to visit caressing
From flower to flower bride to groom

In summer the nests sing and chirp
The flowers disappearing lost to fruit
Weighing the limbs to sag from drupe
The cornucopia of nature’s stunning gifts
Constant in nature a recurring loop

The harvest, fall’s generous gathering
The reward of the farmer’s long days
lowering of the sun from high in the sky
Cold winds start to blow a whispering wail
A prelude to winter’s harrowing cry

01/07/2020

Posted on 01/07/2020
Copyright © 2020 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/08/20 at 03:39 PM

You paint this landscape in all its seasons with rich imagery. You touch all the senses. Thank you.

Posted by Laura Doom on 01/14/20 at 12:16 AM

A year to remember - I feel I was under-dressed for this evocation.

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