Lusty, the time of youth when silence is song,
song is silence– it’s inseparable
and consciousness is as bold as brass;
who cares to think then about autumn?
Its season alternating hot days and cool nights.
Teasingly, summer arrives clad in strawberry-red
development,
and twilight
faces death by a thousand conversations;
who thinks then to prepare for winter?
Its moral raising its head late in the year.
To culminate, human seasons are as continuum
they carry on, maturing over the decades;
I adore the positioning of the atoms of time
they know
it’s against our nature to let things by
as water—
but we step aside when they reach the brimming edge.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Poem inspired by the title of Keats poetic masterpiece,
“The Human Seasons.”
Posted for “Play It Again” @ Real Toads
Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United
44 Responses
Winter seems so far away when the soul is full of spring. I wonder how much easier–and pleasurable–life would be, if we truly kept in mine that now is foundation for tomorrow.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Great I Love: twilight
faces death by a thousand conversations
I love the different seasons Here it is autumn at the moment which is usually quite pleasant.
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A fascinating reflection on the cyclical nature of time.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Love the last line….
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You’ve taken a classic romantic title by Keats and created a poem that is very much you, Sanaa, taking us through the seasons. These lines stood out for me:
‘I adore the positioning of the atoms of time
they know
it’s against our nature to let things by
as water—
but we step aside when they reach the brimming edge.’
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Loved this. Time, cycles, seasons, all dealt with in a mystical kind of way.
Thank you so much, Anthony 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I adore the positioning of the atoms of time
they know
it’s against our nature to let things by…
These lines are a brilliant conclusion to the piece. Another amazing poem from your pen.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
What a great poem Sanaa. The young are lucky for there is something good about every season but as I get older seasons offer little except to take me into cold winters hands.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Oh so beautiful, again! Your writing just enthralls me. Being in my 7th decade, and having just recently celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary, I can say there is still joy and passion in our wintering season. One should not fear it at all 🙂
That is good to hear, Lillian 😀 thanks for stopping by 💄❤️
What a lovely ode to the seasons and to our time cycles through,
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A lovely poem the ending of which gave me shivers.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is brilliant and beautiful, Sanaa! The “atoms of time” and “death by a thousand conversations”, just two of a solid continuum of wonderful moments.
Thank you so much, H 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Luv that you have imbibed morality into Winter
Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
Happy Sunday
Much💗love
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love …
Memories of a well-lived spring can keep us warmer in the wintertime.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Rommy 💄❤️
Very profound. Time: the pages and passages and cycles that life moves through – and we mortals along with it. One cannot help the mind moving in such a direction as we all mark the days to the other side of this pandemic.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
The seasons of time in where we are and where we want to be. With spring here, we are planting in hopes of fall harvest and summer’s bounty. Thank you, Sanaa for this and sending a dose of Keats our way – Cheers.
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
lovely poem!
oh, how wonderful the time of youth!
Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A lovely comparison of seasons of nature to the seasons of our lives, reminiscent of the Bible verse “To everything there is a season”. Good write!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I like this concept; nature of time and human seasons. It is profound and beautifully rendered. Usually when spring arrives in the northern hemisphere, I re-enter that time of youth. But now with the current pandemic that joy is somewhat delayed.
Thank you so much, Khaya 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The flow of nature, our place and encouragement in it is so beautifully expressed your poem.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Time is so many different things to so many different people. I’m glad to read your take on it.
Thank you so much, MMT 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Time, cycle, seasons … a fascinating write! Loved “but we step aside when they reach the brimming edge.”
Thank you so much, Baishali 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️