A Calendar Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
A Calendar
Winter:
Inside the embers glow in the grate
While the garden quietly suffocates in snow.
Spring:
The ice is melting!
The snow forgets what the birds remember,
A living root dispels December!
Summer:
The heat disfigures the soil.
The sun glares angrily
Till the clouds sweat tears.
Autumn:
Summer is over,
The moon strips the trees of leaves
And paints their bark with silver starlight.
Loved this view of the seasons. Try 'Underfoot' when you've a spare minute, Regards.
I like the way you have set this up, John...and I see that your calendar year in England is a bit different from the USA. We talk more about the colors of autumn...but I love the last line of Autumn. Good work.
wonderful metaphor The snow forgets what the birds remember wonderful descriptive poem about seasons 10/10
Your imagery is quite catching (I cn't think of a better word)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is exquisite; what a wonderful picture you paint of the turning year. Invite you to read my ‘Home Is’. Adeline