Seasons

Life has many seasons

SEASONS

Pleasant weather makes me cheerful,

Sun's bright, spreading its rays on flora 

And flowers bloomed.

Chasing butterflies with my little fingers,

That's when I knew, it was spring.

The rays of the sun were severe,

The breeze was no more pleasing,

It was intense heat outside,

Leaves faded from emerald green to pistachio.

All I wanted to stay at home.

Mother allowed me to eat ice-cream as much as I liked,

And told me there is no school.

That's when I knew, it was summer.

Sometimes the weather fooled me,

I played with shadow when the sunlight hit me

And later it was gone,

I noticed it was sunny and cloudy at the same time.

And water from sky poured down.

Blue sky was not to be seen,

Light flashed, it scared me and I cried.

Mother told me it was thunder

And one day it will stop raining.

I watched the drops on my window pane,

That's when I knew, it was monsoon.

Curled up and brittle, the petals of the tree were,

All the chlorophyll was lost,

They fell and untidied the lawn,

I piled them up, clutched in my little hands

And threw them up,

That's when I knew it was fall.

Trees stood bare while it snowed,

I played with the snowballs; 

Admiring the mist arise from my mouth.

Mother made me wear warm clothes,

Saying it was very cold outside.

Sitting in front of the fireplace

And curled up with a quilt,

I snuggled in my mother's lap,

And she let me sink into slumber.

That's when I knew, it was winter.

Author's Note

When we are kids, we are not familiar with what the season is now. This poem is about a kid who tries to remember what season it is.

Reviews

[ElizaB]

Thank you for entering!

I really enjoyed this piece. I like how the seasons are sending signs to indicate their change: the butterflies of spring; the pistachio leaves of autumn, the ice cream of summer and the closeness of a mothers lap in winter. It's funny how the warmth of a loved one can conjure up the feel of a particular month/time of year.

I particularly liked the thought of your narrator collecting petals and leaves from the trees. That was, and still is one of my favourite things to do even now I am an adult. As always, there is hope in what you write. My only piece of advice would be to keep an eye on your tenses. There were some points when your sentence seemed to slip into the past despite beginning in the present; perhaps this was intentional... if so, I apologise. It was just something I noticed during my reading.

Many thanks,
Eliza

[Najam Us Saher]

I will surely check that out. Thank you very much. I await eagerly for your contests.

[marilyn 1225]

this is a beautiful poem and such great descriptions seen thru the child's eye with the comfort of his mother by his side
how would an old man or woman describe the seasons?
wonderful writing -- thanks for sharing this

[Najam Us Saher]

I am overwhelmed to receive such heart touching feedback. I thank you very much for reading and appreciating this. It means a lot.

[Tannu Prajapati]

Brilliant piece. it was beautiful to read and I feel all the seasons. wonderful and brilliant piece. :))

[Najam Us Saher]

Thank you very much for such wonderful words. ☺

[Tannu Prajapati]

You are welcome. :))

[Mikku]

Beautiful piece of work... Loved it

[Najam Us Saher]

Thank you so much for reading. ☺

[Sameer Jindal]

Amazing piece of art and your style of thinking is really impressive. Keep up the good work Najam :)

[Najam Us Saher]

I am overwhelmed to hear that you think such. You made me really happy. Thank you very much ☺

[Sameer Jindal]

As a reader, I am obliged to tell the truth and your work is simply amazing. :)

[Najam Us Saher]

It means a lot. I cannot thank you enough 😊

[Sameer Jindal]

You don't need to be thankful either. Just keep writing the beautiful words.

[nayeem_blogger]

This is heart touching, the way you describe each and everything is fabulous... Keep it up.

[Chris]

Love how the poem walks the reader through different seasons, very creative style.

[Najam Us Saher]

Thank you very much. It really means a lot. ☺

[Michael X]

This poem has a convincing way of pulling the reader into a world of seasons and changs, the images and emotion come to life in ways the create nostalgia within the heart, a wonderful wordcrafters delight~

[Najam Us Saher]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work. I appreciate it.

[Stella Armour]

There are some lovely lines in this poem and i enjoyed the transition from spring to winter..

[Najam Us Saher]

I am really happy that we share similar interest of writing about nature. Thank you very much for reading :)

[Stella Armour]

you are most welcome ...

[Great Aunt Astri]

Your poem brought back memories, of my childhood. Yes, as children time is often just 'now'. I love the way your child takes his cue from things around him. And his mother is always there. Lovely ending, and a very effective picture of the 'season' tree.

[Najam Us Saher]

I am really happy that you liked this. Thank you so much :)

[SZHZIA]

It is an imaginary poem in which you portrayed the characteristics of seasons. It also tells mother's love. Well written.
These lines are very beautiful
"I snuggled in my mother's lap,
And she let me sink into sleep.
That's when I knew, it was winter."

One can also feel emotions of poem in the picture of the tree that you have posted with text.
Thanks for sharing.

Best
Szhzia

[Najam Us Saher]

Your review is as pleasing as always. Thank you very much ☺