Winter Wounded land

Their love was as fleeting as the seasons

Autumn - Time as come for me to die
My gold bought me no joy
As I in forests softly lie
Awaiting the kiss of one less coy

Winter - There she lies awaiting death
That my touch surely brought
See there her final plaintif breath
In my world of ice so caught

Autumn - If but for one moment
I warmed your heart of ice
I have earned us both atonement
And have loved you in a trice

Winter - Icicles blind my eyes
Let me not see her end
As this first snow angel dies
And I now make amends

Narrator- The flames of Autumn all but dead
And Winter howls in pain
For she is laid to rest in bed
Lost to his sight again

Winter - I would fall upon this sword
Until all sorrows bled
For I would give you this my word
As virgin White runs red

Come once more the bitter cold
Let my emotions freeze
Until such time as I can hold
Her close once more with ease

Author's Note

Make of my words what you will and I will still be thankful

Reviews

[WhiteWillow]

Great write, love the title!

Ontzettend diepzinnig, mooi geschreven, omhult met pracht van de grillige seizoenen. Ik hou van je stuk schrijven. Het leek me een keer leuk, om je in het Nederlands te bekritiseren. Je laatste strofe zegt eigenlijk alles, ik houd van zulke einden. Omdat je niet weet hoe het af zal lopen. Bedankt voor het delen van een schitterend stuk woordspel, kracht en uitstekende poëzie.

~ Elisa Laura

[Daytonight]

Beautiful and poignant at the same time. Great rhyme and flow. Keep on penning.

[EMF]

I really liked it. An extremley visual work, with great apce and flow. You have encapsulated the passage of seasons with such clarity. Beautiful. Only one suggestion. Where you use the Narrator, the term is a tad clunky. Perhaps it you recomed Narrator and made it a change of font or italicised, to show another voice? But I write comedy pulp fiction. What would I know? Beyound this is a bloody good poem. I know that.

[Tara]

I like it,
"Time *has* come for me" ?
Really enjoy your poetry (: