A summer to Die

What is your season...

A winter to love;

a summer to die;

a fall just to live;

a spring just to thrive.

 

 

 

           A hot summer day,

 

 

 

only to fade away

in a memory so vague.

 

A bleak winter show,

as white as you could know,

all covered in snow.

 

A born up spring jump;

a field of dirt clumps;

all fruit is plump.

 

A lost fall surprise;

I know inside he cries

not ready to die, like I.

 

A winter not to love,

and a summer only to die,

with a fall not to live

and a spring never to thrive.

Author's Note

Just read it and tell me what you really think of it and give me some advise on it and tell me your favorite stanza and why too. PLEASE AND THANK YOU! :>P

Reviews

[Sarah]

Very different representation of the seasons, as usually summer is thought of as the season where everything sort of comes to life (well, that's spring... but still... XD) But, in this poem, it's the season where everything dies. Interesting! I loved the repetition of the season names, would make this very fun to read outloud.^^