a poem

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okay, I'll stop now, just thought this one was apt for the season

The sex of the Seasons
A nature poem to bid farewell to the Summer and say hello to the Autumn. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reviewing xxx


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There's spite within the Autumn breeze,
his dark clouds cut the fleeting light,
he pulls apart those wise old trees
and sprays their leaves into the night.
Shadows smother frightened flowers
whose bright and blazing colour thins.
Heavy fall his raging showers
to beat his drum to whistling winds.

Virgin white; the grip of Winter
and in her wake unpure quiver,
all in weakness split and splinter
and all, but sorrow, deeply shiver.
Her tallons bite, nature resists,
in spite of ice some life still grow,
she breaths forth her caressing mists
to hum her tune to shimmering snow.

Spring leaps forth with a new-borns pride,
in the withered; resurgent cries,
mothering arms stretch far and wide
as life bursts forth before her eyes.
She dances spritely through the Earth
'neath twinkling stars and smiling moon,
and lightly falls her gift of birth
to sing her song to beautiful bloom.

The Summer's sun stands unforgiving,
blessing to some yet curse to others,
it gifts some life, stops others living;
the stoney eye of a tarnished lover.
He stands the tallest of the four,
before his sight darkness yields.
Listen now as you've listened before
to his whispered sonnet in fruitful fields.

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By: Closingwindows
© Alan Brooke, All rights reserved

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