"look,
over the hills she comes laughing, dancing",
winter in her proud pearls cries,
"look
mother spring is waking, a beauty like no other,
under the light bells that summer rings.
and I, alas am only falling snow crystals
that melt in summer's heat
would that I could laugh and sing
but only howling, and whistling, awaiting mother spring am I."
"ah, winter, cold hearted beauty"
whispers autumn, her gold leaves drifting,
"you do shine like diamonds, glittering,
even in the darkest night of all."
and summer, pretty summer, with locks of crimson fire;
runs, a-dancing, flying free, and laughing,
as her golden bells so sweetly ring.
Author notes
you may think that i am portraying the seasons as people..and thats understandable, and maybe could be true..if i was.
but i'm not. i am simply showing off their personalities
A contest entry
- Summer Poem by Mortal.
900 points, ended October 9, 2008, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very lovely imagery and with nice emotion. It may not be the most unique idea ever - seasons as people - but your personification was gorgeous. Good luck in the contest.
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This poem is going to need a second reading, I like it very much. A bit old fashioned which is refreshing.
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