Passing Seasons

In bare trees

I’ve lost something
to grey winds passing

to thoughts that should have
lingered longer

but they drifted by
like leaves downstream
into the mist

The grass bends
in the lifeless field
I call me

and I go on
for more seasons
than I can stand.

Reviews

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

A great eloquent poem with muse and imagery combined nicely. Kudos!

Plz also read and comment my newest poem too 

[SYNN]

Hi Lighthouse, What a powerful screen name! Your words are also powerful! They paint a picture of isolation. The lifeless field you call you. You go on for more seasons than you can stand?
But you "have" withstood...and that is for a reason!
Reading this reminds me to Be Thankful For Every Day!
Walk in the sunlight...Smell the new grass...or the manure...
Love life again, Poet.
Powerful Write!

[Lighthouse]

Thank you for the nice comment, ETERNITY.

[Curly Grace]

This reads like an intimate weather report of the soul. Grey winds, lost things, the soft collapse of grass in a field you call yourself. There’s something so human in the way you describe what should have lingered but didn’t, how it all drifts into mist before you can hold it. It carries a tender exhaustion, a recognition of how long we sometimes survive ourselves. It’s haunting in its simplicity. Truely beautifully written and deeply felt.

[Lighthouse]

Thank you Curly Grace.

[William Kremer]

Beaitiful, poignant and extremely relatable.
Great writing

[Lighthouse]

Thank you William.

[WanderingWriter]

Beauty tinged with melancholy. Excellent poem, loved this read

[Lighthouse]

I appreciate your comment. Thank you.

[emmajoygreen]

Such finely laid words, Lighthouse but - such a sad ending. Seems there are times when folk need a pat on the hand or a smile or a gentle questioning to see if help is needed. Life is such a gift, seems tragic to think or seasons being felt as threats. Please find some listening ears. Surely - as the year gains a warmer blush. your days will brighter.

[Lighthouse]

Thank you emmajoygreen. This is more of an observation than a bio-type poem.

[emmajoygreen]

Surely without observation there wouldn't be any form of poetry?

[Amy R]

A very lovely poem, written very well, and the imagery here is nice. I like the touch of nature in this piece.
~Amy

[Lighthouse]

Thank you Amy R.

[Thomas W Case]

Superb. Beautiful poetry.

[Lighthouse]

Thank you Thomas.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful, touching poetry. The trees lose their leaves, but there is renewal in soring. For yhose who are feeling lost and hopeless, may they be revived in spirit. Your choice of wording is perfect in this poem lighthouse.

Chris

Ch

[Lighthouse]

Thank you Chris.