Seasonings Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Seasonings



Spring
Venal cuckoo vaunting vernal echo,
sap/s stimulated, flowers follow.

Summer
Buds bloom, make room for firming fruit,
arborescence: jade and saffron suit.

Autumn
Upon high branch an ochre apricot,
out of reach, regretfully must rot.

Winter
Veined leaves rich sprayed their shades, they're withered, lost,
waned sun which played there, fades, spare shivered ghost.

17 July 1977 revised 15 November 2021


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Spring
Venal cuckoo, voicing vernal echo,
stimulates the sap, soon flowers follow.

Summer
From bud to bloom, from bloom to firming fruit,
the tree's soon dressed in jade and saffron suit.

Autumn
On one high branch an ochre apricot,
why can't I reach? Must it be left to rot?

Winter
Veined leaves rich sprayed their shades, they're withered, lost,
waned sun which played there, fades, spare shivered ghost.

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