"Say, what impels, amidst surrounding snow,
Congealed, the crocus’ flamy bud to grow?
Say, what retards, amidst the summer’s blaze,
Th’ autumnal bulb till pale, declining days ?
The God Of Seasons; whose pervading power
Controls the sun, or sheds the fleecy shower:
He bids each flower His quickening word obey;
Or to each lingering bloom enjoins delay."
- Gilbert White, letter from Selborne, July 3rd 1778.
The seasons change
And, as if commanded,
My thoughts rearrange
With yesterday's stranded;
The urge to live is strong
When Winter, dethroned,
Departs and 'ere long
Spring is once more loan'd;
Daylight stretches out it's arms
To the nesting thrush
Over hilly farms,
In prickly bush;
Cooled, the dewy green
Under morning's misty sigh
But, rushing past, unseen,
Another season goes by;
Summer swelters and sweats
Raising it's stakes
'Till Autumn settles it's bets
Shading slopes, shadowing lakes;
Before Winter returns
Our dark and lonely friend
The door shuts, the fire burns
Another year to end.
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Paul Gerard Reed (
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Comments3
Seasons in nature and in emotions come and go. Cyclical in nature so in the soul. A lovely write wonderfully written
Thank you
Playing with our emotions as the read takes us through the seasons, a really lovely write
Thank you
You are very welcome
The seasons do affect our emotional composition! 🙏🏻🕊
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