As the Season Draweth Nigh

A short poem depicting the onset of winter and spring which follows

As the cricket season draweth nigh

summer swallows migrate and fly

players and officials heave a sigh,

then bid each other a parting goodbye

 

The great fraternity likewise comply

departing to homes, warm and dry

like hibernating bears preparing to lie,

within caves, safe from winter's chilling pry

 

Gone at last their craving to satisfy

a curiosity, encroaching wry

incessant its hunger like a fox sly,

now nourished in knowledge no more to vie

 

Victory secured, the trophy raised high

embellished on silver, their names testify

noble battles fought out on fields of rye,

big fish inevitability, consume small fry

 

As grey clouds gather in a menacing sky

the falling leaf does not belie

gone the days of a balmy July,

willow v leather, cream with strawberries or apple pie

 

The laws of nature must apply

so summer flowers will fade then die 

but wipe that tear from your eye,

no need for sorrow or mournful cry

For as sure as a pig sleeps in a sty

father time marches forward, by and by

so the glorious bloom will return and multiply,

as shall the great fraternity to again soliloquy...

If around the silver, their mascot they’ll tie?

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

Yeppe.. i am excited.. :) the way you've symbolized the cricket season with nature it is astounding.The poem has a lyrical quality iun it.i can sing it all the day long as an cricket anthem. They were famished with the coming of this season they are rrady to sate their hunger like a sly fox..- how cool is that.I tip my hat to this legendary game.

~Sophy

[Tom]

A belated thank you Sophy for your always positive & encouraging appraisal of my poems !

[Sami Khalil]

I enjoyed this poem tremendously...Thank you for posting...:)

[Tom]

And thank you for visiting & commenting Sami !

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....

[Aethereal]

It's amazing how far out you carried that "i" sound in this poem. Your first verse inspired me to write the following tiny poem which you may have as a gift to keep as your own since you supplied all the ideas in it. Here I have a mono-rhyme that has /0/0/0/ seven syllable meter whereby / is an accent and 0 is a non-accent. Meter gives a poem a sing-song cadence:

Summer

Swallows migrate, flowers die,
cricket season draweth nigh
as we heave a heavy sigh
biding all a fond goodbye.

[Tom]

Splendid indeed !