Spring's End

Spring, until next year, goodbye.

 

How short is the time of Spring

Already I morn the season’s end

The blossoms things imagined

Carried on Spring’s gentle wind

Doldrums of Summer to begin

As the final petal from the limb

Drops onto the ground, singed

I yearn for cherry blossoms again

 

Although a beauty, each season owns

My heart is possessed by Spring alone

Refreshed with the hope it bestows

My mind’s reflections are composed

Winter, Fall and Summer I am not opposed

But I hate to see Spring’s chapter close

With the arrival of Summer’s rose

Author's Note

Review as you will. Thank you

Reviews

[Lydia]

Beautiful. It always seems that once spring is upon is, it's end is a day away. I always look forward to spring after the long Michigan winters, and I am like you in that I dread the end of spring. Everything feels so new and refreshing, like you can start over with the earth.

Very nice, I adore your style.

[R. Warwick]

I just don't see any real substance in poetry any more, I read the likes of Rudyard Kipling, William Butler Yeats, or even Poe, they describe things with such beauty, such feeling, you really understand what they write about, that is what I see here, I see real substance, it is beautiful, it reminds me of old poetry, and I look forward to more. Simply beautiful

[Hannah!]

This is lovely. Spring is my favorite season, too--summer is nice, but spring is so much easier to enjoy, I think because it's right next to winter, which is so drearily dead by the time the snow starts to melt.

I love the way you sort of weave in and out of a rhyme scheme in this poem--it makes things interesting without the usual, vague sense of childishness that rhyming poetry seems to bring (not that I dislike rhyming poems, they just always seem to be somehow meant for children; I know that makes no sense). Your imagery in the first stanza is beautiful, and I am in love with the last two liens, which leave me with a mournful, yet happy feeling--because summer is, like you said, beautiful in its own right. There were a few lines that deviated from the overall rhythm of the piece, but they didn't really detract from the poem's overall beauty. Good work.