Seasons

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth. - Thoreau

Night runs away from an overbearing day.

Just to have its selfish, fickle way.

Life's walls are formed brick by brick.

The only question is, "Just how thick?"

They say 'tis better to laugh than cry.

I often weep and wonder why.

The tide retreats only to charge in again.

A commanding moon decides how and when.

A tree sheds its leaves amidst autumnal shivers.

Spent colors sink to the bottom of crying rivers.

All is carried back to a patient sea.

In a daring, precarious, heartfelt plea.

The sun reaches up much higher in the sky.

An epitaph begun when winter lies down to die.

The old man releases his icy, arthritic grip.

Like a Gladys Knight curtain call with her last remaining Pip.

Remnant's of cold's snow bow down in a funeral of tears.

Scribbled in dusty memoirs of Heaven's busy years.

Today was tomorrow yesterday playing a classic game of hide and seek.

Hope springs perenially when a crocus has the audacity to peek.

Summer squeezes back into her tight, skinny jeans.

Sporting intrepid sunglasses of stylish greens.

Seasons always change when push comes to shove.

Thankfully occurring when love's new dancing partner is ...

... more love ...

Author's Note

“And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

"An epitaph begun when winter lays down to die.
Remnant's of cold's snow bow down in a funeral of tears.
Scribbled in the memoirs of Heaven's busy years."
I especially like this, the whole poem is lovely and i enjoyed seeing the same view in each season of the year...

[Pete]

well then, thank you so much Stella. here's hoping that all your seasons are welcomed ones ... :)

[Stella Armour]

Spring will be that's for sure :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete... "the influence of the earth" does give birth, especially in the Spring
when Crocus have the audacity to peek. Your poetry is refreshing like a Spring Rain...
with moments of enlightenment as tides come and go.... and the snow nourishes the earth.
The Autumn is a prayer of colors when we experience the prelude to our golden years.
Your presentation is like a delicious meal with music for the soul and friendship for the
faint of heart. May your words sing to the beauty of the earth. truly, Pat

[Pete]

what lovely thoughts in review. thank you Pat. sun is shining brightly today, birds are singing, daffodils are coming back to life. everything will be ok as spring takes hold ... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really like the subtle rhyme in this...being not such a rhyme fan...and the imagery is so visual and melodious in its delivery...also really like the reference to Gladys Knight and the one last pip remaining.
good stuff, Pete.
j.

[Pete]

thank you jacob. you've digested everything i was aiming for. your encouraging thoughts are well appreciated. hoping all your seasons are bright & pleasant ones ... :)

[andrew mitchell]

Such contrasts seasons as we get to witness them all as we do days and nights and all are golden years! Golden moments! Classic Bowie song Pete. One of my favs.

[Pete]

hey, thanks andrew. first day of spring here! you folks must beginning autumn in the land down under. recently started to listen to Bowie again. great stuff my friend. thanks for popping in ... :)

[lua]

the imagery of nature in this piece is just beautiful, i really like the repeated notion that ultimately nature is the ruler of this earth, this planet belongs to nature and will always be dictated by forces larger than us
for me, this was quite a spiritual read, to put faith in what is beyond our comprehension in many ways, to focus on the miracles of this planet we're on and how it is ever-changing and evolving

[Pete]

yes, couldn't agree more. i share in your soulful thoughts. thank you for sharing your wonderful, uplifting beliefs lua ... :)

[Fran Marie]

today was yesterday playing hide and seek.
Hope springs anew when a crocus has the audacity to peek.
So true that..seasons completing the cycle turning. turning.
Ever turning..autumn being my fave..but also enjoying each
One as they all have a renewing beauty all their own

Lovely and well written..

[Pete]

what you say is so very true. appreciate you sharing your thoughts and feelings. thank you Fran. may all your seasons be beautiful ones ... :)

[Fran Marie]

you are. so welcome my friend

[barleygirl]

Your artwork is stunning & a great accompaniment to your message. I love how you describe the seasons in fresh & original ways -- seasons are a well-worn topic, but you never go near "cliche" in anything you write. Favorites: fashioning a new way to show the ongoing cycle of rivers-to-the-sea . . . snow flowing in tears (clever imagery) . . . when I read the line "summer dresses" for a minute I thought we were in a dress and jeans at the same time. Maybe the word "dresses" could be "dons" or something not like the name of any clothing? This is a great show of sparkling imagery & I've missed being at the cafe lately (cold winter kicking my a*s). It's great to be back & reading you again! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

i guess if there's one thing i'm not, it's cliche (daring to be different has an expensive cost in life that i've paid dearly). i've missed your more frequent presence in the cafe. is interesting that you point out summer dresses - was actually pondering changing it for the same reason. how 'bout summer squeezes into? ... :)

[barleygirl]

I am a big fan of squeezing into tight jeans. Great imagery! *smile*