Blooming

Spring sprouts hope anew
Wishes thrive among warm sun
Smiles and laughter renewing the soil
Giving way to new life
Blooming dreams

Summer nourishes those dreams
As they grow tall and strong
Taking flight within blue skies
Resting upon rainbows
Blooming hope

Autumn winds silently arrive
Promising cold and stark times
Dropping dead remnants of wishes
Burying dreams beneath the canopy
Blooming despair

Winter drapes ice on barren ground
Frost biting at hope’s tender leaves
Gray clouds roll across the sky
Offering serene protection to dream’s roots
Blooming snow

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

The cycle of life does indeed bloom in such a pattern, and this piece reminds us well of the fact that it is a cycle. As the seasons change, so too shall this pass, as we make our way through those troubled times - we should not forget that it is just the now, and the now changes the moment the now takes place. We cannot lose ourselves in the moment, for we may lose the next. We cannot lose ourselves in the moments in the past, for those moments may rob us of the now. The seasons change, the cycle of life, nature knows it, even as we may forget it...

[Gandré]

All stanzas were pretty, nature poems are wonderful when one can smell the flowers and feel the sun on the skin.....
but I loved best this one:
Autumn winds silently arrive
Promising cold and stark times
Dropping dead remnants of wishes
Burying dreams beneath the canopy
Blooming despair----------------------------------------this is a perfect image to me; perhaps because it bears this poetic elloquence, you mesmerized here your audience with your verbal fusillades how you tak about fall and winter..

[Christel Grady]

I love the transistions between metaphors and seasons, especially the last two lines of each stanza. Beautiful write!

[Joseph - Michael]

This is a real nice expressions on each seasons you've written there...

I don't really agree with your ideal on Autumn; It's my favorite season and it doesn't always bloom despair... Sure, it may affect us all when the joy of summer disappears like that... Sure, it's the Halloween that would create some irony and despairs... But, that's just me...

Blooming snow? Didn't you mean something like "Blazing Snow" or "Blowing Snow" or something else like that?

On the other hand, it's still a real nice and soothing piece you've created, so it's all still great tho...

[Antony]

I believe you have expressed our emotions as each season approaches, spring is always a start to something new reborn... like green grass, it's wonderful. Summer approaches and the warmth is fun and all seems happy, thriving. Although Autumn is beautiful with color and its gentle breeze, I believe our moods begin to change, because we know what is coming, the cold reality of winters bitterness, that seems to emphasize gloom and doom, stagnant and never ending. how we wish to be back to our youth, when seasons meant none of these things.
An eye opener you have painted for those who may have forgotten.

Tony

[269]

I never thought of the seasons in terms of dreams. Makes sense, as I read your poem. I esp. like the idea of the cold snow insulating and protecting the dreams beneath in these lines, "Offering serene protection to dream's roots//Blooming snow ". Uplifting write! charly

[~Mary Ann~]

I was reading through this and I thought.. what a gentle way you were weaving your piece displaying each of the seasons and the feelings that are associated with each one.. Then you hit me with the blooming snow!!! :) lol. Yet even under the ice cold snow... hope lays dormant just waiting for the frozen ice to melt and burst through the soil once again!!!

Lovely write!

[Fantasyfairy]

Not sure if it should, but I fond this funny. Blooming snow indeed lol. Nice writing. Though I have to say there are signs of spring in my garden already, at least as long as the snow stays away and doesn't fall to kill off the early buds. XX