I see her when she comes, apparelled like Spring
colors, sweep across mountains, valleys and hills.
Here are the surging waves and the restless wind
working together to form white surf in unison.
Like awning of incandescent blue above dappled
sunshine is Summer bidding oh song of bird and
showers. There’s both, heat and soil temperature
burning together to birth black eyed susan.
She arrived soon, in swathes of red, lady Autumn
spilling year’s last of loveliest smiles. I, observed
as rustle of crisp leaves side with migrating geese
so that life can harmonize with nature.
Before time could blink, I promised a dance with
Winter, we paint the land with marble and chisel,
sharing secret and inner-most workings of power
which in Spring, will burst, in discernible activity.
Continuum tends to keep on going, changing ever
so slowly, over time, like the cycle of four seasons.
I wondered while sipping morning tea, being one
out of million atoms, in the universe, if the theory
applied to me.
Photo credits: WallpaperSafari
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub
56 Responses
Wow, Sanaa, what a beautiful interpretation of the prompt!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You have captured the beauty of time as it moves in the most charming way… it gives that sense of movement even if you stay in the same place.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
Great to have another read…
Thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️
Time passing is inevitable. Change I believe can move slower than time for some and be but the blink of an eye for others. Lovely seasonal take on the prompt.
Thank you so much, Paul 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
There is so much colour and movement in this, Sanaa – how could anyone think it possible for time to stand still?! I love the way you have cycled through the seasons and still found time to ponder on the theory!
Thank you so much, Kim 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
I love the lyrical quality of the description and the way you broke the 4th wall at the end. Right on point.
Thank you so much, Kerry 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
The speaker seems minuscule and indispensable at the same time. And I love that. For in a universe where everything is connected, the loss of one is the loss of everything.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You portrayed such a delightful progression of the seasons.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is gorgeous… Beautiful writing!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Oh, I love that last line! And this:
“apparelled like Spring”
Thank you so much, De 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
we are but motes
Thank you so much, Michael 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
This is truly beautiful. It moves and breathes with grace and beauty, just like our seasons.
Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Beautiful descriptions.
Thank you so much, Hedgewitch 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
The prose-poem, slightly breathless quality of this adds to the movement and change of the seasons. Nice combination of form and content.
Thank you so much, Marina 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh yes we go through our four seasons too…
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Rajani 🙂
That is a big question—do we count at all, individually? Compared with everything else that’s going on, we are pretty insignificant.
Thank you so much, Jane 🙂 for your kind and thoughtful comment ❤️
A beautiful write Sanaa, I love how you converge with each of the seasons in this poem xxx
Thank you so much, Xenia 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the change of seasons. I lived for a time in a clime where the change of seasons was not discernible, and I longed for my Indiana home. I resonate with your descriptive words!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
All four seasons are unique and lovely to me ~ And we too are changing, season by season ~
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Time waits for no one but one may take a respite with change on certain occasions
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so good to see you ❤️
your words made me realise how seamless the change of seasons can be on the heart and mind when one lives nature and sees beauty in everything, you have such an eye and a heart full of wonder.
Aww!❤️ Thank you so much, Gina 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
Just beautiful! Your lyrical voice is beautiful and unique–a pleasure to read!
Thank you so much, Audrey 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
ah the seasonal changes and all the wisdom in the words…beautiful!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
I liked the final question: “if the theory
applied to me”
Thank you so much, Frank 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
Really the continuum, the cycle of life…loved it!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤
Beautiful vignettes of each season morphing into the next…i think we live on continuum of gradual change as well.
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your poem is as lovely as the seasons themselves.
Thank you so much, Sue 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
This is delightful! I especially like the last lines! ♥
Thank you so much 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤