Round a Revolving Door
Came tumbling down the hill,
just as spring bounced in,
smelled the freshly mown grass,
saw flowers springing from the ground,
then I turned around
and summer was before me.
The bees were buzzing,
the flowery scent in the air,
hardly dared to breathe –
so, all the beauty wouldn’t disappear.
Birds trilling in the trees,
jasmine scented nights,
of shimmering stars –
the moon beaming from afar.
Over the top of the hill,
tumbling down the other side,
what a wild ride,
down at the foot,
there I now sit,
wondering where summer is going
and why fall is not far behind.
Dizzy with euphoria,
it felt like I had just gone –
round a revolving door.
Just saw a pair of storks,
packing for the south,
leaving their nest –
afraid of catching early frosts come September.
Once again round a revolving door –
stepping into autumn once more.
Soon I’ll be gazing at trees with flaming treetops,
as leaves change to gold, orange and red.
Then I always want to spread my arms,
catch the colder winds
and dance along with the swirling leaves.
Still, in my heart, there is sorrow,
with each new morrow –
at the end of each summer.
Wasn’t I just heading into spring,
now going out summer’s back door.
What is it all for?
like spinning round –
a revolving door.
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For more works by this author see Rasma Raisters on The Creative Exiles.
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Lovely descriptions of seasons. I felt as if I were right there among the flowers and their scents. I love this poem, Rasma. Well done.
Thank you, Phyllis. I hope you have a great weekend.
Just beautiful poetry about the seasons. Well crafted and a joy Rasma. Jamie
Thank you, Jamie,