Autumn bids a fond farewell
As Sister Winter takes her place
The colors of the trees in glory
With Winter's white is soon replaced
As Winter's gift is gently falling
Upon the trees that soundly sleep
The world in silent wonder watches
The miracle the season brings
Sadly, nothing in this fickle world
May live forever in its youth
And likewise winter starts to age
Her beauty she begins to lose
Her snow white hair now turns to gray
Her voice is quiet when she speaks
And as the days grow warm and long,
Her touch is light while she grows weak
And soon the people who had loved her
Grow tired of her chilling song
Then Winter sadly leaves her throne
And waits for baby spring to come along
So old, frail Winter bids farewell
As Sister Spring now takes her place
She waits with quiet, steady patience
To come again with youth and grace.
Although I dislike winter it was a beautiful poem Dee. I feel already better when I can feel the warm breeze and smell the good and sweet odorous scent of baby spring. :) Very well written dear! ~JD~
It is by far the best poem that I have read in which the glamour of different seasons comes alive. I liked the poem in its entirety. However, the following lines are a fine specimen. Thanks: As Winter's gift is gently falling /Upon the trees that soundly sleep..../ The miracle the season brings.
This is really the beautiful winter poem ever liked.
Oh, how I share the love of winter. It's such a time of peace, a time of solitary to get lost inside of. I only wish that winter visited us more often... Beautiful poetry...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have very good rhythm, with small exceptions. Possibly you could avoid repeating words and search for rhymes longer rather than take the closest one like place and replaced.... But what are you worried about? You have talent and all you need now is to get into a harmonic frame of mind and write positive stuff. I am sure you would be very good at it. As you need to write from the heart your life must be good first to write uplifting poems, although sad ones are okay but it is terrible to witness such profound sadness caused by others inflicting pain. Hope to read much more from you soon. Best wishes, Herbert