Seasons

There are seasons in the sorrows
Morrow's foretaste of rhythm
Seeding frost bitten sentiment
In breathless grace
Au courant of prescience break
Hastily deliquesce by ardor laze
Bequeathed in blooms
A blushing spring on thirsty banks
Until suns and moons
Give rite to sleet
The life that was
Once more shall sleep
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Wells Avatar
June 28, 2020 at 12:37 AM
I am so impressed by the emotional power you skillfully convey in this poem. Every word here is so important, providing textures and layers of meaning. Thank you again Andreanna.
Inman Avatar
June 17, 2020 at 11:03 PM
Well, it has been a pure pleasure reading your poems tonight, each one well written. Your words are precise and elevated, and, if I may use your own phrase, your au courant use of language leaves your writing current and understandable, unlike some writers who still live in the days of old English (not meant as a slight to those writers, just an observation). As for this poem, it's adorable. Good night, it's time to turn my fan on and try to sleep.
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June 21, 2020 at 10:23 PM
Thank you James for your kind words. I am no expert in archaic writing, but I love how many of the words sound. I like to mix things up. Kind of like Spanglish.
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