Changing Seasons

Nostalgia is born in autumn 

Rises from the ash of spring

In winter dies the haughty goals

We knew summer would bring


In Spring blossoms the determined fate

To be new under summer sky

Yet in Autumn's chill we are forced to hate

The early winter that will watch it die


The we of winter was so different

Than the summer of our youth

The courage spring seeks to grow

Drifts to dust in autumn hues 


The persistent marching of the seasons 

Breaks more hearts than years combined 

But we don’t cry because the seasons change

We weep because we didn’t

Comments

  1. Rina ShamilovMarch 8, 2022 at 11:40 AM

    i like how you trace back events in your life to seasons, your emotion (which feels angry) is so strong. im curious about "haughty" in the first stanza, though. what goals are you describing? it might be helpful to describe them throughout the poem to maintain consistency.

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  2. Yael SpodekMarch 9, 2022 at 4:44 PM

    I really love this poem. The use of seasons in every stanza fits so well and really brings them to life. It was as if every season was personified by being given a set of themed emotions. The last stanza is my favorite because it neatly and cleanly wraps up the poem by saying "seasons" instead of every line being a different season. As well as then brining the poem back to the reader in the last line. Overall 10/10 I love this poem

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  3. Marcela HomsanyMarch 24, 2022 at 10:01 AM

    This is a gorgeous poem that personifies the seasons, specifically fall, so elequently. That being said 'born' is past tense and the is, as well as, some of stanza 1 is present tense... Other than that this is super well written and conveys such amazing language.

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  4. Enya SmilovicMarch 30, 2022 at 6:11 AM

    Oh my gosh love this! You sort of make autumn into a person as you describe it so cool. The way you wind through seasons and emotions is so unique. No suggestions I just love this so much.

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