the fourth seasonblush rushes 'cross
ambered maple dutch
the oaks and willows
scarlet rouges such
spring's memory
is fading fast
summer's folly
couldn't last
leaves and petals
soon to be dust
remember man
that fate you must
what joy is there
in becoming earth
where cold and damp's
devoid of mirth
a place where fool
and royals dwell
where sons and daughters
sing death's nell
the fourth season
reminds us rust
scales the skin
a patina thus
time peels away
as tears are shed
like an onion's skin
on the ground of the dead
the moon hoists spring
as bare choirs mend
the seasons four
have ends to mend
spring's life rises
from death's remains
and never looks back
from whence she came
'til summer's
consummation's once more wed
amber and rouge
sleep still in their bed
2 comments:
Well, it looks like a very impressive poem. You have write like a poem and you made me think that you are a poet or writer.
Really nice and poetic line, i appreciate your efforts and the sense and emotions you have you must work on writing more such things. you are creative. i liked your working
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