Seasons

by Lofallenve   May 6, 2012


Calendars cannot mark the day,
Human kind cannot predict the day.

It is marked by the robin's return,
It is predicted by the feel in the wind.

The taste of rain on the breeze,
temperatures drop from hot to cool,
the feel of it upon mine own skin.

Spring has arrived,
And soon is departing.
Summer is making her way known,
But the closeness of the sun,
by the way the breeze doesn't cool.

From green to brown,
The leaves slowly die.
Autumn graces us with
her beautiful red presence.

Autumn soon swiftly departs,
leaving freezing temperatures,
And a winter bedecked in white.

The snow melts once more,
Seasons come and go,
they swiftly change,
Calendars cannot mark the day,
Human kind cannot predict the day.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Formidable Muse

    Beautiful and well written!
    5/5 (:

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    Yup, the weather can change on its own and we won't know the exact day. But I feel that humans can sort of predict but with the way we are treating our nature the weather is becoming more and more unpredictable.
    Good piece.

  • 12 years ago

    by Xanthe

    I like this overall.. The only critique I have is perhaps the repetition of 'day', and the 'mine own' again, archaic doesn't fit the tone of this piece, it did not even add anything. I don't know why I'm being picky today haha. But, great piece.
    -X

  • 12 years ago

    by Wicked Ways

    You're right humans cant predict how a day will go, unless they plan or hear a weather report, hehe but anyways this was a good write, i like the little imagery you used but i also love the changed that you put with different seasons and make included all of them, nice work on this piece.

    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    The imagination in this piece is amazing..i also liked your indepth description of the seasons

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