Seasons

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 21 Feb 2018
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Autumn's Crone holds her own

with eyes of emerald green,

she's walked among fields of corn

lightly stroked each sheaf with love,

contemplated every step with ease,

 

but atmosphere warns of danger,

pause...hold silence

take your time,

beware of well...

you know what I mean!

Wolves ride waves of cunning ardor

as crows decree Winter's reign,

 

wheat becomes what it is

then death holds golden key,

magic mingles with stars

there to set us free.

 

Crone has no wish to die just yet

remembers when breasts

heaved with nectar,

Summer drank her fill,

 

now old Winter waits

for Spring to learn of

love, life and new

beginnings,

when buds once more

sweep earth,

each creature waking

giving birth.

 

Soon warmth again returns

Summer visions many,

maiden basks dissolving

into beauty,

till Autumn's soul

is born again.

Certificate PG
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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

yep. still a bit of bite, I hope not. I don't fancy a fight. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Spring will be with us soon enough and gardeners will be busy once again.

Thanks for the comment Jack.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by mickleinapickle on

I keep venturing out for a potter in the garden, but old winter soon chases me back in doors. I think we've got a final siberian blast heading our way. Enjoyed your poem!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Shackleton,

I know what you mean about the cold spell. My partner is exactly the same, I think he's itching to get out there and dig. I do enjoy walking in this weather with the sun shining and the cold wind, it means I feel like walking further without getting hot...nothing like a brisk walk! wink

Really happy you enjoyed my poem and appreciate you letting me know.

Jenny. smiley