Serenity

Life...like nature, has it's own seasons, and age, as in nature, culminates in a winding down of the tumultuos storms of spring and summer, into a welcoming acceptance of a quieter, intropective phase of our life, which...like the snow, holds a beauty of

 

Serenity

 

It is the winter of my life

Spring will not

Come this way again

The rose has lost its petals

They lie decaying in the rain

The trees have shed their leaves

The sap is lying low

Stark branches wailing in the wind

Weighted down by drifting snow

 

But there is beauty in the snow

Flakes sparkling as they fall

They glisten in the moonlight

A white blanket covering all

Spring and summer memories

Recall Mother Nature at her best

But the beauty found in winter

Is in her serenity when she rests

 

 

Copyright©2008 Beatrice Boyle

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Author's Note

Critique invited.

Reviews

[John Stussy]

I like this piece, you captured the neutral coldness winter can have very well in the first stanza. The way everything freezes where it is, stops until heat, life, comes again. It further helps the second stanza, a gentle caress where a rebuking strike was expected, seeming that much softer for it. There is beauty in the colder months, a crystalline aspect that is as delicate as it is resilient. Well done.

[Poeticpiers]

you are in the autumn years My Lady The time of harvesting garnering in the fruits planted long ago Winter will come in due course
I am planning on a life review when I reach my centenary

[Beatrice Boyle (Grandm..]

Thank you John for your kind review. The turning of the seasons culminating in a soft quiet winter, resonates with the waning of life...and acceptance thereof.

Beatrice Boyle (Grandm Bea)