Four seasons in one day
Rain and hail
Icy winter gale
Sunshine and warmth
Summer is on the horizon
Wind that blows
Air that moves leaves
On the trees
Four seasons in one day
Birth of a magus
Birth of a prince
The sky is full of clouds
That look like monsters
The roads are paved with ice
The sky is falling
The frogs outside the window
Ever faithful on this spring eve
While the men of the priestess
Roam and hunt
In search of themselves
Alone at night
As she is
Alone
Isolated
Unhappy
Afraid.
15th november2006
I love the way you describe the violence of the weather to evoke your own dark moments and personal upheaval. And on a lighter note - only in Melbourne do we really experience four seasons in one day! love, Allie xxxxxxxxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ever faithful on this spring eve - If it weren't for this line, I would think that the poem ends with winter and a hope for the next season to be spring. Your poem evokes so many ideas and thoughts.