It was a Day without a Season

It was a Day without a Season

A Poem by Elaenor Aisling

It was a day without a season, 
It had the kiss of winter, but not it’s bite, 
It held the promise of spring, but no rose grew, 
The sun of summer shone, but the air was not hot, 
There was an autumn sky above, though there was no harvest… 

The wind blew about, stirring the dry leaves 
That still clung to bone thin branches 
And one could hear the trees as they spoke to each other 
In their whispering, secret tongue… 

A day when you can almost hear the heartbeat of the forest 
When silence becomes music, 
And time stands still when one feels great joy, 
but it is overshadowed by infinite sadness, 
though there is no reason for either… 

A day of beauty the poets cannot speak of, 
A day where future and past seem to mingle, 
A day where one feels ancient as the sea, 
Yet youthful as a child, in body and spirit, 
Where one understands so much, but knows so little… 

It is a day writers live for, 
Poets dream about, and lovers cherish, 
A day that encompasses all one’s wishes, 
That seems to promise hope and luck for the morrow… 

It is a day when God seems so close, 
If one looked hard enough, they could see him, 
A day when worries are hidden by beauty 
And the sense that mother earth has borrowed the day from heaven… 

It is a day words cannot describe, 
A day where only music comes close measure, 
And even it falls short, 
A day when everything seems as though it ought to be, 
The way it was intended to be, 
Where the soul feels as though it will fly away forever… 

It is a day without a season… 
A day where all can be said…has... 


© 2011 Elaenor Aisling


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This is like a description of something you would find by Walt Whitman, it has the era and phrasing of nature that you not find in the present day. But when steam, coal, and a reaching empire of the Union Jack.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Such vivid imagery, and you keep it flowing from beginning to end.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling

Limerick, Ireland....I wish.



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I am currently a student. I write mainly poetry, a few short stories here and there. I love to read and write. Favorite authors include, Victor Hugo, J.R.R. Tolkien, Tolstoy, Wilde, Alcott, C.S. Lewis.. more..

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