The Seasons of Us

The Seasons of Us

A Poem by DrD

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell

 

when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone

 

when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles

 

autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful

 

there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter


© 2012 DrD



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Beautiful! Amazingly beautiful! I love the descriptions of every season fitted with the relationship of the You and I. I could envision everything so perfectly, each metaphor slowly changing with the slow changing of the seasons. I love how the first stanza gives hope and moves hope through til Autumn where everything begins to fall apart, where the dying of things are comparative to the dying of the relationship. I love the "box called home" and the last line of the last stanza. This is so well done David! Thank you for sharing it with me.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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DrD

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Lori, for your visit and comments



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David, your poetry makes me feel that proverbial lump in the throat that we get when something is so difficult to say. I could wrap myself up in poetry like this forever, and be quite content if I never wrote again!

Kelly

Posted 3 Years Ago


DrD

3 Years Ago

I write to share thoughs and feelings and if you felt, my task was complete. Thank you so much, Kel.. read more
Beautiful as ever D :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


DrD

5 Years Ago

You're special, Prathama and I am grateful for your visit
what a skillful portrayal of the seasons of our lives - wonderful imagery- loved it

Posted 5 Years Ago


DrD

5 Years Ago

Thank you for your visit and I hope you return soon.
I can't even begin to describe the beauty in this piece of work! The imagery is fantastic and I feel like I can relate to it so much. Outstanding.

Posted 5 Years Ago


DrD

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Erica for your kind words and I hope you will visit again soon.
"there was a time before seasons and sentiment
when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles
and you gasped.."

Stunning descriptions, and simple diction. I felt like you were using the same format for each season (stanza)- first the season's description, the happy past, and the not-so-happy present. Not that it's bad, I just think a more natural way of describing would be more apt, something that's not prefixed (Somewhat like the last stanza). It's your call anyway.

The poem, on the whole, is great. Keep writing.

Posted 5 Years Ago


This piece is truly beautiful. There is so much emotion in each stanza, and select words are really fantastic. Great work, thank you for sharing

Posted 5 Years Ago


DrD

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Lyndsay. I appreciate your visit.
An amazing beautiful write.....sheer perfection upon the page. I can truly say no more. I do believe I have found a new favourite

Posted 5 Years Ago


DrD

5 Years Ago

I deeply appreciate your words far more than your new avatar
LA Lorena

5 Years Ago

LOL! You don't like my new avatar?
DrD

5 Years Ago

Somehow it doesn't compare to the other one
Curtsey to you ! Another accomplished piece of work !

Posted 5 Years Ago


Hello again,

You write from such a treasure trove of emotions and generously share them with us out here. What a lucky bunch we are! Indeed!

The talent it requires to be able to do that is nothing short of amazing!

Thank you for allowing us a peek into your world and heart... something so real we can all relate to in such a personal and heart felt way.

Alisa ;-)

Posted 5 Years Ago


DrD

5 Years Ago

We are what life make us, Alisa.
Alisa Js

5 Years Ago

Yes, I agree and yet, it does take a certain talent to be able to translate the everyday into emotio.. read more
this is one of my favorites of yours so far. there was occasional signal interference from my A.D.D., but that's on my end, not yours. heh. very very good write.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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