Treasure Island

gershon hepner

(5 3 38 / leipzig)

spring


Spring, the month allegedly the cruelest,
makes some anticipate the joys of summer,
but hardly ever will impress the coolest
for whom the summer season is a bummer.
In autumn expectations are much lower
for everyone’s prepared for winter’s icy blasts
which swallow Indian summers like a boa
while freezing hopeful spring enthusiasts.

Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
1 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (spring by gershon hepner )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  4. If, Rudyard Kipling
  5. Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost
  6. A Late Walk, Robert Frost
  7. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  8. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  9. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  10. Dreams, Langston Hughes

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]