The ending of summer,
begins with the beginning of winter.
A passage of time to crispen the air,
and crystallise breath's dew,
where summer's fruit once sat.
Wild wind,
who spent summer searching.
Finds his voice in the bending of branches.
Who remember,
and drop their leaves in surrender.
The summer days are thwarted,
and light slips through limbs.
Darkness is being courted,
as the shadows blend and dim.
Released rain,
whose touch grows ever colder,
turns herself from trickles to torrents.
Both muddy and puddled,
to make a weak sun befuddled.
The ending of summer,
begins with the beginning of winter.
Where fingers are frozen and lips are bitten,
and summer's sigh will still,
like the snow upon the ground.
A contest entry
- Seasonal Poetry Wanted : Site Contest - Win A Gold Membership! by Kari.
1350 points, ended September 26, 43 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really love this. It flows very nice. Thanks for your entry
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Thank you, it was a pleasure to enter and thank you for the HM!
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Vivid imagery wonderfully conveyed. There's a crispness yet a gentleness to this. Beautifully blended!
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Thank you!
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Just brillant! I love your description of the changing of the seasons, its wonderful and you have such talent with your use of imagery. my favorite lines were
A passage of time to crispen the air,
and crystallise breath's dew,
where summer's fruit once sat
Im sure you will do very well in the contest x
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OH MY!!!! Just stunning!!! There is truly nothing more that needs be said as in reality you have left me speechless here....Thank you for your incredible entry!!
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Thanks, I'm glad you like it!
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Very, very pretty. I like this rhyme scheme a bunch. And your wording is, for lack of a more fitting adjective, poetic.
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Thanks
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