Tony Grannell


The Four Sisters - Poem by Tony Grannell

Fair lady spring when buds appear,
of blushing youth, a darling dear.
Her reign adorned in gowns of green
and blest the joys when she is seen.

Hail summer's queen in regal sways
through splendour's grace and glory days.
Her golden hair ‘neath veils of blue,
bestowing light on morning dew.

Comes autumn's lass a losing hope,
she fears the tightening icy rope.
With no escape, herself deceives,
to chasing winds in falling leaves.

Cold winter's wench in naked stride
on icy breaths her armies ride.
She pities not, she's cruel a beast
and done her rule when all deceased.

Ye sisters all in season's coil,
the art of life from soil to spoil.
From seed to sprout to bloom and fade
in death depart, with time, decayed.

Topic(s) of this poem: seasons

Form: Verse


Comments about The Four Sisters by Tony Grannell

  • Practicing Poetess (10/18/2017 4:27:00 AM)


    It's high time you were writing something new again!
    And as usual, it's wonderful.....
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    (10/18/2017 10:22:00 PM)

    Hello Practicing Poetess, Yes, it's been sometime. Been out of order, since mended and happy to say, in fine fettle once more. Thank you very much for the lovely response. Do take care, Tony.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 16, 2017



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