I’ve never understood why people find winter ugly and depressing.
Spring is worshiped by all without pollen allergies --
intrepid sprigs and blooms popping out against all odds
from bleak desolation.
In summer, the earth is fecund and verdant,
soaking up sunlight, giddy with sugar
thrusting out fistful after fistful of fruits and flowers.
Loss in Autumn is mellowed by bounty;
rich colors warm against the growing chill.
But winter is stark, barren,
stripped to bare branches and spiny stalks.
Life is sucked back to the roots,
knotted around soil --
a trickle of sap just enough for
frost-chewed limbs to still stretch beyond the horizon,
ready for spring.
Author notes
all comments, constructive criticism, and suggestions welcome.
(september 2009)
Comments
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I love a good write that involves nature and the magic within, I especially love your line : "Loss in Autumn is mellowed by bounty; rich colors warm against the growing chill" beautiful
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Great but seemed out of season. Wishful thinking?
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This was very beautifully written. I enjoyed reading this. This was amazing. I really liked this. Anyways. Keep up the awsome work.
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