The eagle soars in wheeling flight
Above trees decked in Autumn’s gold
Roaming wolves howl in darkest night
When warm days pass to Winter’s cold
Above trees decked in Autumn’s gold
Casting aside green Summer’s leaves
There flies and preys and eagle bold
Tilting his wings to catch the breeze
Roaming wolves howl in darkest night
When trees are bare and fields shorn
Herald the end of Autumn’s bright
For Winter comes when wild wolves mourn
When warm days pass to Winter’s cold
The world will die to live again
An endless dance since time untold
Autumn departs and Winter reigns
Author notes
A Retourne. Look it up if you don't know what it is.
A contest entry
- Take Some Points From Me by iamlost.
1070 points, ended May 1, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thanks for your contribution,
This poem, in iambic tetrameter, has good form (except for 1 line with 7 syllables) that included repetition. The feel of the poem seemed constrained by your effort to rhyme. There were no parallel themes that I could discern; making this poem one-dimensional.
I admire the concept and technicality of your effort but don't feel moved by it.
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Ahhh! Natural imagery!
Speaking as a general loather of nature-poetry, this was quite the good. Liked the recurring lines and the use of seasons. -
I love how this is formatted, it keeps interest and keeps form very well. I also love the ideas in this, and the way they are conveyed with beautiful phrasing and diction. Great write, thanks for the entry!
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