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Jul 02
poem 3 comments
Rovva

A Year Of Missing Seasons

On hot days,
when the sun is bright,
the skies are clear,
and the air is sticky,
I would sit in front of the fan,
wishing it was autumn.

On chilly evenings,
when the air is crisp,
the leaves are golden,
and the trees rustle,
I would stare at the clowdy sky,
wishing it was winter.

On snowy nights,
when every room is cold,
the trees are naked,
and the wind is still,
I would lay awake in blankets,
wishing it was spring.

On bright mornings,
when the flowers bloom,
the rain cools into mud,
and the bees buzz,
I would pick flowers and remember,
that it is now.

 

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Posted: 07.02.18
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Jul 02, 2018

    I love this! You have great specific details that capture each different season so well, and the concept that no matter the season we are in, we can't seem to pause and enjoy it because we are so focused on waiting for the next one. Great job, Shannon :)

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  1. jbird18
    Jul 02, 2018

    I really like this poem. When I first read the title I thought it might be about a year in which the seasons weren't reflected in the weather at that time of year, but of course upon reading the piece, it is evident that you refer to missing the seasons! The symmetry of the stanzas is nice and the poem has a cycle-like feel because of the repetition. I also like the way you ended it, breaking away from the repetition/cycle to have the speaker realize it IS spring.

    I was thrown off just slightly by your last line. It was unclear to me at first what "it" was. I thought maybe you were saying it is summer. It would be completely up to you to change it, but it might be clearer if you wrote, "...and remember, / that it is spring." or "that spring is now." It's your choice, and I think that your last line could also be left as is.

    Janet

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  1. Rovva
    Jul 02, 2018

    what i meant by "it is now" was "it is the present" as in i had stopped thinking so much about the next chapter and instead focused on the current one, if that makes sense. thank you for sharing your thoughts!

    Rovva

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