Born to bloom then die

A seasons end, another's start , an old fellas view on both

One final cut, then mower stowed
the gardens borders tilled,
winter blooms placed neat in rows
'neath air now damp and stilled.

On terracotta throne the rose
a queen without her crown,
sits forlorn, stark, 'gainst watered light
all petals withered, brown.

A brazier, smoke skyward sent
as summers last burns slow,
beneath the boughs of leaf stripped trees
readied now for coming snow.

The garden bleak all colour shorn
the gardener gave a sigh,
" nature, man, have briefest lives
both born to bloom, then die "

Author's Note

Hopefully okay

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I truly loved this
Very beautiful

[Gee]

Thank you..

[Sam]

I really like your poem! Especially the imagery you used, and how smoothly it flowed. Good job!!!

[Gee]

Cheers Sam..

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

ok i liked this it was steeped in dirt and flower petals and i liked it. thanks for the share

[Gee]

Cheers JCC, this is as simple as it gets.

[Norah]

I love it! especially the ending, a really great poem overall

[Gee]

Again thank you Norah

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Shadows of Frost in this classic piece told in bold metaphor and description.

[Gee]

Thank you John

[duff]

It's always sad and exciting when the seasons change. You miss the current ones when they're gone but look forward to the change of the next one coming. This is painting with words and it's done wonderfully.
"On terracotta throne the rose,
now a queen without her crown,
sits forlorn, stark, 'gainst watered light,
all petals withered, brown. "

i like that a lot. I like this whole piece a lot. Nicely done Gee!

[Gee]

Cheers Duff

[duff]

Cheers Gee

[_mal]

This is excellent. Can't wait to read more of your work

[Gee]

Cheers. Go with low expectations to avoid disappointment

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Classic, poignant and beautiful. Vivid imagery- can see and feel the landscape. Kudos to the Wordsmith!

[Gee]

Thank you Annette

[Vria P Crow]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

I really cannot help myself but continue with seasonal poetry lately. Honestly, I was not disappointed or bored.

CONTENT AND FORMAT

Romanticism and classic writing appears to be the writer's forte. The first stanza introduces the reader to a farming landscape; tilling fields and stored mower. Imagery is wonderfully woven in these lines. Subjectively, I grew up on a farm so there is a sensory overload with every word. Autumn is my favorite time of year. A sense of relief comes over me when I get to put the lawnmower back in the shed and harvest. I look forward to canning every year with my parents. It is a reprieve to return home to the country; it is my element. I agree with Valentine about the "last bloom." Fall is literally the process of decay yet preserved by vibrant foliage. And what is there not to love? This is the time of year where your hard labor during the summer is able to be picked and enjoyed to the point of winter preparation. "Winter is coming."-Game of Thrones reference.

CLOSING THOUGHTS

Overall, I enjoyed this read from you as well. It is different from the satire, "American Erection" which was wonderful, by the way. I can relate to the gardener at the end for seasons indicate change but it is also a never ending cycle; repetition and routine. Thank you for sharing!

sincerely,
ria

[Gee]

Thank you for both reading and the most wonderful reviews. It is very much appreciated

[Vria P Crow]

You are very welcome. :) Have a wonderful day!

[Valentine]

Lovely write. The only good thing about that last bloom here is the awesome colors of Autumn. Then snow to the knees. Valentine

[Gee]

Brrr, snow to the knees, not for me, hate the cold. Thank you Kathie