mottled

The Seasons

The Seasons
sound their silent bells
before time

Cold rain
washing the dry
dust, off the reluctant trees

Wet dogs and dripping
cats huddle like
shipwrecked survivors
under lonely park benches

The sulking sun
suddenly steps out
to create
god’s seventh hope

—–

Fresh snow
falling in wintry waves
covering everything
with a pregnant hush

Hollow footsteps
melting into strange shapes
reminding me of my thoughts
on a cold Sunday morning

Closed sounds, grey feelings
Winter rising

——

Brilliant sunshine
seeping through my cold skin
like my lover’s smile

A rush of warmth
as my bones bask
in the golden glow
of life awakening

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14 Responses

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  • Jackal says so:
    January 15th, 2006 | Quote

    As well as describing the essence of each the seasons this piece also hints at moods.

  • Anil says so:
    January 13th, 2006 | Quote

    Zofo: Hmm..thanks for confirming that.

    Marco: Ah, welcome here and thank you!

  • Marco says so:
    January 11th, 2006 | Quote

    The imagery in this is fantastic. I really loved it!!

    Marco

  • Zofo The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts. says so:
    January 11th, 2006 | Quote

    yes he did really write that one…
    cheers
    z

  • Anil says so:
    January 10th, 2006 | Quote

    AP: Thank you as always for your lovely words….I’ll surely drop in one of these days…have been busy with many things and therefore haven’t been follwing my fave blogs.

    Zofo: Did he really write that? The ending is quite nice. Thank you…I do not mind at all…it is an honor!

  • Zofo The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts. says so:
    January 9th, 2006 | Quote

    Reminds me of a verse written by Aurangzeb Alamgir.(mogul emporer of Hindooostan).

    When In the garden, enjoy every moment
    Every moment of every day.
    Spring passes into summer,
    and summer into autumn,
    And all the flowers of Henna
    Shall wither away…

    But Autumn is my fav, when the cherry blossoms fall….!!
    cheers
    z.

    P.S: I hope you don’t mind if I open up a portal to your blog from mine..

  • Anonymous Poet says so:
    January 9th, 2006 | Quote

    A wonderful ode to the seasons!

    Especially, I like:

    Brilliant sunshine
    seeping through my cold skin
    like my lover’s smile

    A rush of warmth
    as my bones bask
    in the golden glow
    of life awakening

    I really like the way that you express the coming of spring, here. Wonderful!

    Also, please stop by my site some time and say hello. I haven’t seen you around in a while.

    Bye!

  • Anil says so:
    January 8th, 2006 | Quote

    Ô¿Ô: thank you…I like the way you describe it!

    Mermaid: You are very perceptive as always…in a sense it is…from a darker period to, hopefully, lighter times, but I did not write this in that conscious sense…these fragments are from widely differing times…

    Aran: Hmm…I guess it is bit of a stretch but I meant the rainbow…get the connection, its a biblical one?

    lorena: Thank you lorena as always for your lovely words…and I hope to keep on writing…

    Dan Hussain: Thank you, I hope the same for you!

    yvaine: Thank you…I love snow a lot…the hush and quietness it brings…that brought this on

  • yvaine says so:
    January 7th, 2006 | Quote

    Wonderful imagery! I like how you brought winter to life.

  • Dan Husain says so:
    January 6th, 2006 | Quote

    Fabulous snapshot. I second Lorena. The cat-dog imagery was powerful. :-)

    More power to your brilliance this year. :-)

    Cheers

    Dan

  • lorena says so:
    January 5th, 2006 | Quote

    i especially love the imagery of the cats and dogs..what as sweet and delicate way to describe the season.

    happy new year anil. look forward to reading more of your breath-taking poetry.

  • Aran says so:
    January 4th, 2006 | Quote

    god’s seventh hope?

  • Mermaid says so:
    January 2nd, 2006 | Quote

    This is different. I can’t explain it, but it feels like I’m reading the work of an Anil who is at the brink of transition.

    I cannot tell you how much this fits, in time, in me, and in you (though I’m not sure just how).

  • Ô¿Ô says so:
    January 2nd, 2006 | Quote

    This poem leaves a comforting, easy feeling in its wake. I especially enjoyed the begining where the season “sound their silent bells.” It really set the tone for the poem.

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