The Children Play Poem by Barry Middleton
The Children Play
the children play
in the aftermath of summer
heat and dust are memories
the opulence of water has vanished
green leaves and iced tea
steaming air
has given up
to warm meals
falling leaves
and stove smoke
autumn is not sad
autumn is an infant season
that looks toward joyful snow
good books
warm fires
and peaceful sleep
the children play
in the aftermath of summer
I love your description of autumn Barry joyful snow, good books, warm fires, and peaceful sleep. Now that sounds like heavan to me I enjoyed the image of summer pleasures giving up to autumn A delightful and uplifting poem thank you Barry
Thank you. I wrote this back in the 70s I think. The poem also has a spiritual comment on death. Seasons are a natural cycle. Death and winter then are welcomed. I wanted to give a new meaning to fall and winter, just a stage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I understand it, dear Barry, the way you wanted to think of it by the reeturns of the yearns, perhaps because we are about the same age.I enjoyed it.
Glad you liked it. I actually detest getting old but what can I do? I try to make it as positive as I can.