shutters flash at lightning speed
though seconds are quicker to pass
in a moment there’s snow, then sun and rain
each trice a decision, a picture to last?
January 1st,
the ground is frozen, dipped in the moon,
new year’s wings, she’s draped in white
her feet are barren, eyes glint in a flurry
angelic winter with a year in her sights
March 20th,
welcome life, that which springs from below
windy dances bow to praise the newborn souls
she’s light on her feet, life blooms in her gaze
she’s the rush in the river as she watches it flow
June 20th,
harsh and glaring but a welcoming warmth
her judgement is freedom, her care is our earth
short days spent in liberty, should she permit
her rays light the path and we discover our worth
September 23rd,
her sigh is crisp in the icy air,
arms outstretched in a chilled embrace
cloaked in shades from the night’s fire
as strayed leaves are quick to burn away
December 22nd,
her movements slow, she moves to freeze
fading waves of forgotten tears
she saves hushed tones for the dead of night
to whisper us joys of “the end is near”
camera snaps and life is still
snatched before the moment's end
but beyond the frame, such eons persist
as seasons change behind the lens
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I love how this poem is set out. (Is there any particular meaning behind the dates, or are they random?)
As FloraPoems mentioned, the idea that all the seasons are one person is really unique. The emotions/feelings associated with each season are also interesting.
I liked the first and last stanzas describing the cameras. I particularly like the ending:
"beyond the frame, such eons persist | as seasons change behind the lens."
My favourite lines are probably : "Shutters flash at lightning speed | though seconds are quicker to pass", "welcome life, that which springs from below | windy dances bow to praise the newborn souls" and "her feet are barren, eyes glint in a flurry | angelic winter with a year in her sights".
I really enjoyed reading this, thanks for writing
This was pretty good, I just have one question-what the heck is a trice?
%uD83E%uDD23 trice means instant
Ah. I see. I love the sound of that word-trice.
Hey! I really enjoyed the imagery you captured in this poem, as the dates you placed before each stanza made the personality of each season you were capturing in this poem very clear. I love the concept of all of the seasons being one person, I think its a really different and unique to see when most characterization of the seasons involves spring, summer, winter, and fall all being separate people. I’m a little confused by the line “each trice a decision, a picture to last?” as i’m not quite sure if its a misspelling or just a misunderstanding on my part. Overall my favorite line was “the ground is frozen, dipped in the moon’”. Thanks for writing, I really enjoyed your poem!
trice means instant so I was trying to say like you have a decision to make each instant: to live in the moment or capture it with a picture. hope that clears it up! Thank you for the review and I'm glad you liked it!!!