The Death of Another Season

The Death of Another Season

A Poem by Mark
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I will miss Autumn

"
We bid Autumn good bye
with naked trees defiantly
waiting for Wind to 
clothe them in ice, snow.
Their once bright leaves now cracked
lie brown as they return to the Earth.

The Shadows of winter whisper in the wind
of chilling sleep and white
powder blankets to fall
from the sky.

Chuckling, the numbing breezes
are sucked into our lungs
releasing cold ghosts
giving our heat; to no avail.

The Sun has once more grown tired
and rests in other parts of the world
biding time and giving us to the night
for now.

© 2013 Mark


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Chuckling, the numbing breezes
are sucked into our lungs
releasing cold ghosts
giving our heat; to no avail.

A superb nature write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you dear Pryde. :)
Great description of the leaving of Fall. I like the artwork and the way you described the change of the season. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote.
Almost prater like in your delivery, well done, good read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you sir. :)
My take on this is it is a lament for the passing of summer. That is how I feel. Winter may have cleansing qualities but in the sun we find peace.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

I think I love all the seasons, the Sun is wonderful while it lasts. I spent 20 plus years in Califo.. read more
We have been turned over by the sun to winter. Your poem reminds me of the tale of Persephone and Hades. We huddle together for warmth and wait for the rays to reach in and pull us out of our shadowed existence. I like the starkness and chill in this one.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

So true, they had a piece on ABC news last night; Survival of the Fittest in Frigid Alaska Wildernes.. read more
Mark

10 Years Ago

Was it winter? I grew up in Alaska, and surviving the summer would be easy, the winter would not.
icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

It was winter! It was amazing.
"The shadows of winter whisper in the wind" - is a wonderful line, great alliteration and rich in imagery. You capture the essence of winter perfectly here with creative metaphor that brings the write alive. It's perfect. Justine

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much for your kind review. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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