Seasons to the Dead

Seasons to the Dead

A Poem by Victoria Scott
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This poem was written at a rather depressing point in winter...and the fact that one of my relatives died so that was mainly inspired by both.

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The heavy snowdrifts pile high


Like a blanket under the sky


Here I listen and here I lie


And here let I a sorrowful sigh.


I watch it all; the seasons change


I know them all by name


Yet I with mournful longing range


The summer’s evening; sunset’s tame.


Like a dream the leaves fall


Fluttering down like flightless birds


Letting out there final call


Wanting peace to come to all.


The flower’s reopen beaming in light


To them it’s new and strange and bright


The birds leave their Northern nests


And leave for South’s longing flight.

© 2011 Victoria Scott


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Love this poem beek.

Ryan. Logged onto JB's account. Just to read your stuff.

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