Season’s Sorrow
Many faces and personalities once here spread
Now departed, missed along my life’s way
Dear Summer, I thank Allah for you
For with you comes shortened nights and longer days.
Though memories fade I still dream of you
And it’s as though you’re actually there
But you’re not so I’m forever indulged in the pursuit of happiness
With hopes that one day I’ll thaw and love again
Because currently I’m numb, cold and bitter
Still I long for you Winter
But with your passion comes punishment
I lust for your Beauty
The sight of you causes my face to flush my heartbeat to slow
So I wait with feet beneath imaginary snow
For your eluding self to show
I’ve envisioned your return time and time again
Maybe in the heart of spring when many flowers and splendid plants reemerge
So would we
I’ve always despised Autumn due to everything that dies with it
My uncertainty gives strength
Entertaining the thought that my beloved may come
Before my heart becomes dull and my mind recognizes it own treason
And tears fall from thy’s face like leaves in this sorrowful season
The time of year may dictate thy behavior though truth may hurt and lies may heal
Thy must realize that truth is one’s SAVIOUR
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wonderful! i really like your writing style. nostalgic yet hopeful.
Seasonality is such a strong theme in poems, writing, and life in general. I don’t think I’ve seen a poem before though where the poem celebrates three seasons and vilifies one, that is new and interesting! I actually love Fall the most, but understand the foreboding feeling it stirs in you, everything is dying and starting to go dark. That anticipation of winter is actually worse in some ways than the winter itself, which can be beautiful in its own right.
Speaking of the beauty of winter – I thought it vey interesting your line about lusting for winter and winter’s passion. Usually lust and passion are associated with heat and therefore summer. So this is a really interesting inversion of that, and if I had any suggestions it would be to focus on that more and expand on it because it really caught my attention.
Great poem, well done!