The Seasons Are Changing
The Seasons Are Changing …
In the purple twilight,
I could feel the chill,
before the morning light,
there would be frost,
heralding the news,
that soon the cold north winds would come –
making summer but a memory.
The seasons were changing again,
soon colorful leaves,
would come dancing by,
blown about by the north wind.
It fills my heart with sadness,
to think that soon,
the skies will be filled –
with birds on the wing.
They’ll call their farewells
until it be once more spring.
The trees will shed their leaves,
delighting us with swirling colors,
in a crisp, cold metal blue sky.
Nature will wrap itself up,
for a long winter’s nap.
I feel the earth beneath my bare feet,
become so very cold,
it seems there’s no warmth anywhere,
but I still dare to dream –
about green meadows and butterflies.
The scent of flowers in the air,
these are the thoughts,
I’ll take with me,
as I walk into autumn.
Of lovers who loved,
while the summer was here
and whose love grew cold –
with the changing of the seasons.
Of lovers throughout the centuries,
who once loved with passion,
whose hearts grew cold,
with death shadow upon them,
now loving forever,
beyond the stars above.
So let the cold winds take me,
they won’t break me,
my love and my passion,
will keep me warm –
throughout the autumn and winter long.
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Lovely work, Rasma. I love your phrase “Nature will wrap itself up, for a long winter’s nap.” Your poem has such vivid imagery. Well done.
Thank you Phyllis.
Nicely rendered Rasma, and the changing seasons are like the marking of time in our lives, ever-transforming, one to another. great work.
Thank you Tony.