Joy Of Differet Seasons

Joy Of Differet Seasons

A Poem by Sunflower/Sara Kendrick
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Sestina

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Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves

Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease

Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees

Joyful time to harvest soon days a breeze

Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas

Food in bounty stored away for many days

 

Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days

The yard will have to be raked again and again to rid of leaves

Garden vegetables will be stored and with a cooking of peas

For right after Christmas comes New Years Day with ease

The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze

But now all the bugs have disappeared _gone are the bees

 

 We will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees

As the nights grow longer and shorter the winter days

March soon will come in bringing its strong breeze

Those indominable buds show forth on the trees and soon leaves

We will float into spring with ease

Now we will have eaten most of those delicious peas

 

Soon in the newly planted garden_those early June Peas

Newly hatched from their hiding places comes those bees

Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease

These wonderful times_joy of longer days

Joy, oh! joy and joy again with spring's green leaves

Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze

 

But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves

Afternoon in the lazy hammock oh what ease

Glad that in the garden and  Pampas Grass stay  those bees

These times in life are just fun and a zephyr breeze

Summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas

These times are wonderful long sunny days

 

But soon slowly fade, then the change in those leaves

Summer still has a lazy few days with comfy  ease

Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees

From the west and north come a much drier breeze

How thankful that we have those great peas

Soon fade those longer sunlit sunny days

 

Old man winter slips in with ease, now we'll eat those peas

Blow wind with swift breeze, time to kill all lingering bees

By the warm fire spend days, soon snow covers all those leaves

 

 

 

© 2010 Sunflower/Sara Kendrick


Author's Note

Sunflower/Sara Kendrick
This is a Sestina..The Sestina is a strict ordered form of poetry, dating back to twelfthe century French troubadours..It consists of six six line(sestets) stanzas followed by a three line envoy..Rather than use a rhyme scheme, the six ending words of the first stanza are repeated as the ending words of the other five stanzas..The envoy uses two of the ending words per line, again in a set pattern..
First stanza..1,2,3,4,5,6
Second..6,1,5,2,4, 3
Third..3,6,4,1,2,5,
Fourth..5, 3, 2, 6,1,4
Fifth...4,5,1,3,6,2
Sixth...2, 4, 6,5,3,1
Concluding tercet:
Middle of first line..2, end of first line 5
Middle of second line..4, end of second line3
Middle of third line..6, end of third line 1

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Wonderful wonderful job on this. I love all the images of the seasons and the delights that go with them, minus the bees. Lovely view of all the seasons, it was a fun to read this poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wonderful poem for the beginnings of winter, so many details in the wonderful Senstina!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Fabulous Senstina....full of the joys as seasons pass, rich and colourful, loved it, and makes me yearn for Christmas already!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is brilliant and beautiful. The Senstina form is so richly detailed, like a woven tapestry of colors and emotion. Thank you for sharing both the intricacy of its history and a living example of the wonder of it all. The seasons speak and sing in your writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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