Everyone Has A Story

Life is lived in seasons.

Spring remembers where she began,

on the burning lips of Glory,

cast from the tongue of God to man

to blossom on earth before me.

Carpets of color bloom and sway.

Striations of petals explode.

Snowdrops inverted hearts display.

Red Emperors rise by the road.

 

Summer pulses in veins of green,

with golden hair and eyes of blue.

With vintage flair of brown citrine,

the dusts of time are in her shoe.

The hem of her dress gathers dirt,

its frayed edges sweep over stones.

The baked breath of a clay desert

whistles dixie within her bones.

 

Autumn parades a patchwork quilt,

a plume of leaves pinned in her hair.

The ebb of days and long hours spilt

return a harvest meant to share.

She pulls a thread and verdures fall.

Feathers fly to a warmer clime.

Families gather, one and all,

to give thanks for this fruitful time.

 

Winter wears a Pashmina shawl

embroidered with nacre of snow.

Crystals hang from the garden wall

as harsh north winds endure and blow.

Her pale lips promise freezing rain.

A fog of cold is in her breath.

Of her days, very few remain.

The next season will bring her death.

 

I remember spring in my step,

the supple skin of yesterday,

the endless days of summer pep

in the gamay of Beaujolais.

Autumn laments, calling me home,

back to burning lips of Glory.

Winter will end my ancient tome,

but everyone has a story.

Author's Note

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Beautiful.. utterly visual.. somehow mystic.. eternal.

[Soren]

This was a mural of the seasons painted in techicolor and great detail. Personified they become personalized and easily identified with. When ever I think of the seasons they always bring to thought the seasons of life as also portrayed or hinted at here.

[Betty Hermelee]

Linda, I love how you personify the seasons and nature itself...every word is hand picked to create this beautiful masterpiece of a poem....You manage to find the perfect descriptive, colorful word for each season;"Carpets of color bloom and sway"....."The baked earth of a clay desert"....and much more!
Exquisite poetry!
Best, B

[Richard🖌]

What, Linda Marie,

Can I say you haven't read me say more than a hundred smitten times?
Here's something new: "If I live to be a hundred, there will never be a more brilliant poetic composer I've loved, admired, enjoyed, and respected than I have You." And, I may be just a little prejudiced, but I'm convinced many others feel this way.

Having said all that, there's something quite especially soul-touching about this one, in a deeply personal way, only the vibrantly maturing young still alive man in me could precisely understand, even though, the fully mature me can completely relate to and appreciate the more meaningful essences of a similar world we both have lived and breathed through. And, what is most stunning (to me) is how, through the magic of poetry, you've expressed it all in the exact ways I would - that I could.

Each line: Smooth as silk syntax, magically imbued imagery and metaphor, nay a word wasterd, spot-on counts and every rhyme … not a one near. No word, line, or verse could be removed without scarring or diminishing the perfection of the whole. I could pick any line or verse and it would dance and sing unto my soul and heart, but your final two verses flow through my every poetic fiber jussst right!
Love the impeccably perfect artwork and music, too … MMmmm*

Thank you ever-so gratefully, Linda Marie, for another unforgettable sharing of You with Us! ⁓ Richard

[Tom]

A seasonal delight, creatively personified pertaining to Mother=Nature and the appropriately adorned garments she wears with each change of season, these imbibing memories of her striking attire ever etched into the heart of this young, admiring person, impressed so that this magnum-opus of a poem was destined to be birthed from their pen ...

' I remember spring in my step,

the supple skin of yesterday,

the endless days of summer pep

in the gamay of Beaujolais.

Autumn laments, calling me home,

back to burning lips of Glory.

Winter will end my ancient tome,

but everyone has a story. '

Inspiring poem! 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

[Dave Brown]

You have admirably given each season its due.
Winter did not, in my estimation, fare as well as all the others but that could be because I am not a winter fan and this winter has been long and frustrating
Enjoyable read throughout

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was fantastic. I was hanging on every word, quite beautiful and powerfully enchanting. Really excellent poetry here and immensely enjoyed! F.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Fabrian. I am humbled.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Life is lived in seasons. So undeniably true! Ask someone about a memory that took place in their lives, and they'll answer you by acknowledging the season that it happened in. I couldn't pick a favorite season here if I wanted to. They are each dynamic and articulately brought to life by the stroke of your genius! So beautiful! So unforgettable!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Hello, dear Kelly. Thank you for such a lovely review. I was really pleased with this one when finished. I am glad that you liked it.

[willweb]

Each season writes it's own story as well with fragrances and scenery. These moments, the change of seasons, nature, everyone has a story, I have mine and you have yours and it seems, stories we share through poetry. A very beautiful thought weaves its way through this. Wonderfully written my friend.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you so much. I am always eager to know your thoughts.