Season's Farewell

Awww... beautiful poem about nature and seasons coming to an end. I really enjoyed this poem. Your lovely poetry always affects me :)

Wonderful job!

Your expression of your loss
so elegantly is going to be
memorable to me...

Colourful poem you have here. Couple of criticisms though:

'My heart heavily beats, like the days of December'

Your opening line is unfortunately the weakest line of the poem -- I feel that the vague image you've presented doesn't follow or set up the right tone for the poem you've written. This is the equivalent of saying 'my eyes slowly water, like the months of February' see how the image isn't really clear? Don't ever sacrifice anything for rhyme, especially clarity.

'for beauty will die once again, as you did last year'

You've addressed beauty in the first and third person here, it's slightly nonsensical.

'esting above a numb land, like an Autumn tree
Naked among cold breezes running through me
I recapture you assorted between golden fields,'

These three lines are quite beautifully written, but the final line doesn't quite match up:

'painted with a dusty season that needs a shield'

Feels really forced. A shield? Doesn't sound right to me.

Then you tenderly fall over these shivering lips
unlike the rich rain of winter that harshly drips
though it feels like summer wont ever come near
for nature lost this face, as you died last year'

Harshly drips? This is the equivalent of saying 'violently strokes' since 'drips' brings me connotations of slow, hypnotic, tranquil -- harshly interferes with this image.

I'm still finding this transition between third and first person disquieting.

'If only this creation was a garden for me to tend
you would be my own to plant firmly till the end
a field of everlasting trees of hopes and dreams
growing colorfully reaching for my sunbeams'

Not keen on the final line, since 'my sunbeams' sounds too abstract for me. It would sound better like: 'colourfully growing -- reaching for my sunbeams' if you choose to keep 'my' as the possessive noun here.

Your writing has improved but I never comment poems without criticisms because no poem, I feel, is ever without its faults.

Thanks for sharing.

Stunningly beautiful. Love the picture you have painted here and I like how you have woven the different emotions into seasons for, I do think our mood changes with each one. Emptiness and loneliness in autumn and winter followed by hope and joy of a new beginning spring and summer may bring.

As usual the flow and wording was impeccable!

Beautifully crafted words make up a truly descriptive vision of the seasons end and the life cycle throughout.
Inspiring poetry.