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SEASONS
Through the window all is green
all the flowers are in bloom
all the wild birds sing and preen
as the sun fights off night's gloom.
The seasons turn another page.
A turkey booms just down the hill
hoping to lure a hen his way.
Bullfrogs harrumph from marshy rill
and crickets chirp minutes away.
But inside I just sit and age.
On this side of the windowed wall
autumn reigns despite the date.
Leaves fall as time ticks down the hall.
Inside the hour becomes late
like the third act on some stage.
For shelter I go back in time
to all the autumns of my past
which have accrued like salty rime.
It seems they come and go so fast
inside my timeless temporal cage.
So let the seasons go their way
I'm in the autumn of my years
with winter soon to come in play
uncertain and filled with fears
all of which against I rage.
Comments
Keith Logan
Tue, 2017-05-02 13:38
Isn't nature wonderful?
This is a truly beautiful homage to the natural world. I would not change a thing.
PS: typo third verse, ticks.
Keith Logan
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scribbler
Wed, 2017-05-03 10:58
Hi keith
Thanks for the eagle eye but I think tics and ticks are both acceptable ways of spelling. But I'll check just to be sure. Appreciate your dropping by............stan
Geezer
Tue, 2017-05-02 17:22
Hey Stan...
Just one little crit. Think maybe you should rework the cricket line to read:
"and crickets chirp at the end of day". or some such to relive the word [way].
~ Gee.
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scribbler
Wed, 2017-05-03 10:59
Hi gee
I'll give that line some thought and take your suggestion in mind in eventual edit............stan
jane210660
Wed, 2017-05-03 03:07
I like the juxtaposition of
I like the juxtaposition of the seasons in this poem, as well as the outside v the inside. Clever.
Jx
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scribbler
Wed, 2017-05-03 11:01
Hi Jane
Aren't we lucky that life's seasons don't pass as quickly as nature's? lol. I'm pleased you like this and glad you dropped by............stan
lovedly
Wed, 2017-05-03 03:54
seasoal Stan you gave meincentive to compose poetry now read it
spring
summer
autumn
winter
snow
spring again
scribbler
Wed, 2017-05-03 11:02
hi loved
I'll check it out and am pleased to have given inspiration.....stan
lovedly
Wed, 2017-05-03 13:15
great
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scribbler
Fri, 2017-05-05 20:02
Sigh.....
Lost youth.... indeed there are many times each day I mourn the loss of things I used to be able to do. BUT then there's experience gained and the increase in memories one can call back on.....stan