Tuesday, July 7

Tag: seasons of life

by time displaced

poem, Poetry
No illusions, no illusions, no lies, no softened truths, no tears, no bargains, though sun shines and birds sing, Winter is here, I know. Once Spring danced like wild flowers in the wind, held dew and promise and wore the colors of her heart like jewels She hadn't heard the word defeat and didn't feel hate or anger. Spring liked to play and romp and sing and hung her question on a tree to ripen - Why? Summer took herself seriously, was wide-eyed with longing, sizzling in the sun. She wore a red dress and the champagne happiness of a husband and baby She had reckless courage because Summer is young and youth is bold, a silver bell that rings and rings and never stops. Too much is not enough and still that tremulous - Why? Autumn gently smiled, like Da Vinci's lady...