Seasons Suite

Just a little quartet of seasonal poems, trotted off in one draft. I've re-read them since, but they are that rare thing in writing: a piece that unfolded as the writer intended. This is a further experiment with creating emotive and evocative effects with my choice of words that echo the seasons, as they are a nice and clear set of contrasting images.

Seasons Suite

Soft the heaven’s sigh settles sweetly on the hedgerows,

Warm summer’s bliss fills the woodlands and the fields,

For a short pause its trials and shocks rescinding,

And for a brief time there is peace upon the hills.

                *               *               *

Down, down, over the hills

The wrath of the thunder strikes,

The rampaging gales tear at the land,

A maelstrom of flying leaves.

                *               *               *

The world lies muted, constrained by a soft

Newly-set binding, and yet aloft

A voice is heard calling above silent swathes,

The herald of new life, still singing away.

*               *               *

Nascent life slumbers,

Awaiting sun’s touch,

To prompt an awakening,

An upwelling rush.