Ode to spring

Trees dance to the rhythm
Of falls magical song.
Swaying to and
Fro.
Smiling as they watch their
Leaves wave goodbye
As they shake free and
Blow.

Daylight fades quickly now
Into the empty
Night.
Loneliness surrounds me.
Until the mornings
Light .

Winter will soon take the
Stage.

Rain shall pour down
Thunder shall
Rage.


The darkness will
Grow .
My eyes gaze upwards ,
I’m entranced by the
Lightning’s rhythmic
Show.
Oh spring!
I dream of the day
You finally
Arrive .
Until then, I’ll try to
Survive .

Reviews

[ElizaB]

I enjoyed your use of personification as a literary device. There was something quite touching about a tree smiling as it bid goodbye to its leaves. In the contrast to winter, who awaited in the wings to take centre stage; I wonder, what kind of performance would be given? Would the audience leave with ice inside their hearts and tingling fingers?...

I also liked the idea of spring being a reason to survive. As if it were something to look forward to. Did you take this concept from the changing of the clocks? (Spring forward, fall back) It just occurred to me and I thought I would ask.

Thank you for your words,
Eliza

[Resa]

Actually I was referring more to spring being the end of my seasonal depression.
When it starts getting dark at 430 , I have a hard time.
Thank you for your wonderful comments!
Resa.

[charlie]

I can relate to this poem. In fact, I might have written about a very similar thing in very similar terms. (Would I then be narcissistic if I said I liked your poem?) :-)

What I especially appreciate in your poem, Resa, is the rhyme scheme. Both the rhythm which carried it and how you structured it on the page.
Noticing also the alliteration, the care you took to craft this piece is evident. Well done.

[Nolo Segundo]

You caught well the metaphor of the seasons' reflecting our emotions-- a very 'cool' poem!