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Elegy of Summer's End

By Talisker

18 September 2006

The turning of the old seasons finds me in a contemplative frame of mind.

Hope this isn't too depressing.

Oli.

Soft summer breezes, redolent and light,

Of endless afternoons, and dozy dreams,

Now yield to Autumn’s cool extending night,

And daytime sun casts milky, feeble beams.

The garden which delighted in its prime,

Emblazoned thus with blooms in every hue,

Surrenders ineluctably to time,

To sleep and dreams of Springtide’s flush anew.

Behold! the rowan’s fruits of cherry red,

A blessing for the weary feathered throng,

For as the summery maiden goes to bed,

Cruel Winter brings her dearth before too long.

House-martins see the passing year in stars,

And for the balmy tropics soon depart,

Their empty, clinging nests appear as scars,

Encumbrance to my world weary heart.

The boughs which once were verdantly replete,

Now sacrifice their leaves before the wind,

And soon an ochre carpet pads my feet,

Denuding, thus the branches left behind.

So thus we find ourselves on natures arc,

The cusp of seasons tempering our cheer,

Careering forth towards harsh winter dark,

The waning of another hoary year.

As antidote to seasonal despair,

I sally forth with bulbs of daffodil,

And as each meets the earth I say a prayer,

Its golden bloom will find me breathing still.

Oli (18/09/06)

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Fantastic
Written by ellipinnock (1786 comments posted) 18th September 2006

Wonderful. You capture beautifully here that moment when one realises that summer is truly gone. You have a wonderful way with words that draws the reader in. I do think that the last line of verse 4 needs another syllable and the spelling rhyme of wind and behind sticks out a little. apart from this, perfection.

Elli

Written by Phil (6959 comments posted) 18th September 2006

Excellent Talisker. I always read poems aloud and this feels wonderful in the mouth. I didn't notice anything in the rhythm or rhyme that jarred, and I'm not going back to look for it.

I've never been a fan of seasonal/weather verse but this has something very special about it. Perhaps it's the last verse that does it.

Lovely,

All the best,

Phil.

Lovely
Written by Josie (2844 comments posted) 19th September 2006

I just loved this poem, so sensual, beautiful and fitting for the end of summer. Yes, it's gardening time. How lovely to pray as you have done - and I hope you will still be here to see the spring flowers in all their glory. It's not depressing at all, but full of life and hope for the future, for me anyway. Good writing indeed.

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