The Song of Summer’s Ending: A Poem about The Seasons

As today is the First of May, I thought I’d mark it with a poem about the changing seasons. I wrote the first verse as a teenager, but it’s taken me until now to finish it. I hope you enjoy it.

The song of Summer’s ending
Lament to lost enchanted days
Sings in the early autumn winds
And rustling leaves born on the breeze
And echoes through the avenues
Of the early turning trees.

The parting hymn of Autumn
Sung soft into the evening wind
Sighs mournfully, and solemn
Leaving not a breath of warmth behind
It lilts and moans
In tilts and groans
The falling leaves to find.

The stone-cold dirge of Winter
Which purges life from land and sea
Is heard in hollows, howling raw
Beyond the slopes and down the lea
As painfully it bends the bows
Of the bare and barren trees.

Then sing of Spring’s beginning:
Away with seasons past and gone
The Winter’s cold can no more hold
The sun’s restoring heat to scorn
As each new flower
Foretells the hour
Of Summer’s song reborn.

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For tips on starting a poetry blog, I found this excellent article from Vita Brevis Press.

Happy May Day everyone πŸ™‚

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