Those days which were by sunlight blessed
Which were by sweetness full caressed
Are now consumed by shadowed time -
(Cold church bells in the distance chime) .
The Winter brings her discontent
Those Summer days yet to lament -
The trees are bare, uncovered now,
Whilst stems, unflowered, downward bow.
And through the night, the watery moon
Shines as a phantom in the gloom -
Suspended there in dim display
Beyond the earth, so far away.
With shortened days, and nights too long
We all now sing a sadder song -
It seems the world has lost its grace
As now it shows a darker face.
But seasons turn as seasons will
And though the Winter lends its chill
The time shall come when Mother Earth
Will bring her bounty of new birth.
Towards the Springtime then we turn
The eager sun to brighter burn -
When all the land shall be reborn
With fields fresh-sown with golden corn …..
And early comes the glowing dawn.
Those days, those days, no more forlorn.
Val, I can't get away from the music of your words when I leave your pages of poems.I'm obsessed! Happy New Year to you!
Brilliant and so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes, with amazing lines, just superb!
A beautiful poem almost like a painting with words. It moved me very much Thanks For sharing BB: O)
The time shall come when Mother Earth Will bring her bounty of new birth. In a glum atmosphere hope enters with a bang. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
splendid work Miss Dohren, this was a portrait captured with amazing imagination, those days are gone, but the seasons change and as they change something returns but comes back in a new form reincarnation of a new spirit in an old form. We all have sad songs, so lets sing along
Wonderful musicality, rhythm and content. The 4 seasons review with poetic taste and beauty like is your style. Yes, nature does produce the miracle of rebirth, except for us. As usual 10/10
Hi Valerie, great write....although my perception might be somewhat influenced by the past several days wherein we've endured -20C temperatures here. And overnight, each night just enough snow that the driveway needed to be scraped. Here the cold endures until late February but then with March, warming starts and one knows spring is just around the corner. Cheers & all the best over 2014!
An allegory of seasons! ! ! Those days...nostalgia for seasons is always there with us...in chilling moments we think of the warmth of summers, and when summers get never ending we dream of the winter... but other than the surface structure seasons are always the tools of symbolists and transcendentalists to talk about the phases of life...the days gone by are so stuck in our memories that we build our present n future on these very foundations...as all said here, your poems have a melody of syllables, never faltering, never breaking, never changing, but always on the same rhythm... But seasons turn as seasons will And though the Winter lends its chill The time shall come when Mother Earth Will bring her bounty of new birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful discourse on the change of seasons. Yes the winter brings on long nights and some dark and gloomy days but there are brighter days up ahead. Snow will melt, Fall will get left behind, Autumn will cease and Spring will bloom! Well done Valerie.