Birth years and spring days
how it all begins to liven up
we see the light of day
and spring begins to lighten our days
Summer days and younger years
days are longer and we are stronger
summer blooms with the warmth of the sun
we bloom with knowledge and love
The fall and mid age
Fall arrives and try’s to hold on to the warmth
of the summer
we try to hold on, to our youth and knowledge
fall felt the heat of summer
and then start’s to feel, the cold freeze of winter
Mid life seen the joy of youth and hopes
to see the old age of wisdom
Old age and winter
our steps are shorter
and so are the days
winter will end and so will we
to a new beginning and in time
Or
to the holy land
forever and ever amen
Thanks to the poet to beautifully making such a poem on different seasons. It accurately tells the feeling. great write up.
Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem, Vasco. Congrats for its selection for the day. The treatment of four seasons and their analogy with the stages of life is great.
Winter has killed Autumn with frost, the old slaves hide the trees, they cough out ice and fill the ways with hardness. The snow sidelines the fields, black clouds hunt against the pale, crows shatter like glass. Then this is the Winter, brittle and heavy with sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Four in One In spring I face the shaving mirror In summer I sit to eat my lunch In autumn I cook an evening meal In winter I lie under the duvet