Passing By Poem by Smoky Hoss
Passing By
The seasons leave
like grown children moving
out of the house -
It's fall now
the sky gray
the weather warmer than usual,
humidity hangs about
like a drape of melancholy
that though dreary
makes you glad it isn't
much colder -
I think of all the seasons past.
I wonder if autumn
has recollections of it's own,
thus the reason it cries
between moments broken
with rays of inexplicably wonderful sunshine -
The birds who fly away,
as they must, pass by
with such purposeful intent,
while the ones who choose to remain
eat and sing as if tomorrow
were only a fable from long ago -
Some days I believe winter is not coming;
others I fear the cold beyond words.
Change of seasons everyone wants. Stagnation is a sign of ruin. Moving on witj season makes us survive.
This poem surpasses all I have read lately---it calls to its reader like a bird out on the lake in the moonlight
Word to word, image to image, this poem is the most soulful I have ever read
Fearing cold beyond words amazes mind really. This is amazingly penned seasonal poem shared.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 7:45:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Do i feel its nature who teachese us to look for change of seasons snd get refreshed. Beautiful composition.