Homework May - Through Every Season
Posted: Thu May 11, 2023 5:50 pm
Well, here I go being all nostalgic again - but thoughts of the seasons I miss always conjure up copious memories of Mum and Dad, so for me these are forever linked:
Through Every Season
The seasons back then I remember again
as I ponder on years far behind,
Would it all feel the same? Would I moan or exclaim
at the cold and the beauty combined?
For nostalgia acute is now leaving me mute
as I long for the home of my heart,
where the coolness of air and the wind in my hair
are just some things I missed from the start.
when I left to explore far-off places, before
I imagined how much I would yearn
for a cold mountain stream or a frosty extreme,
which back then I just couldn’t discern.
I reflect on bright lights and those cold winter nights,
cosy blaze and the cat by the fire,
when a hot chocolate mug was as good as a hug
just before it was time to retire.
I’d be on the settee, blanket over my knee
and cocooned in a warm winter gown,
watching snowflakes on high in a glittering sky
like soft kisses from Heaven drift down.
Flannel sheets on the bed and a quilt round my head,
with a loving embrace ever near -
how I wish I could tell how you wove such a spell
of contentment that made you so dear.
And the autumn! Ah, how I remember it now
with its crisp, sunny days taking hold,
as we watched the leaves change in a glorious range
of such colours astounding and bold!
Now my heart still believes I’ll once more watch those leaves
when in future I’ll finally roam
not again far afield, but to finally yield
to the call of my beautiful home.
Yet while this is my goal, pain still strikes at my soul
with a sudden and poignant attack,
for the meaningful core of those days gone before
have passed on and can never come back.
From the spring daffodils when we climbed in those hills
to the blossom that dazzled our eyes;
from the sweet summer rose to the wintery snows
to the sunsets igniting the skies,
every season has turned, in my memory burned
with a gratitude hard to define—
the delight on Mum’s face that would light up the place,
and Dad’s laughter, remain ever mine.
I give thanks every day for past seasons – the way
they evoke love that quite overwhelms,
and pray somehow above through the power of love
they are smiling from heavenly realms.
© Catherine Lee, May 2023
Through Every Season
The seasons back then I remember again
as I ponder on years far behind,
Would it all feel the same? Would I moan or exclaim
at the cold and the beauty combined?
For nostalgia acute is now leaving me mute
as I long for the home of my heart,
where the coolness of air and the wind in my hair
are just some things I missed from the start.
when I left to explore far-off places, before
I imagined how much I would yearn
for a cold mountain stream or a frosty extreme,
which back then I just couldn’t discern.
I reflect on bright lights and those cold winter nights,
cosy blaze and the cat by the fire,
when a hot chocolate mug was as good as a hug
just before it was time to retire.
I’d be on the settee, blanket over my knee
and cocooned in a warm winter gown,
watching snowflakes on high in a glittering sky
like soft kisses from Heaven drift down.
Flannel sheets on the bed and a quilt round my head,
with a loving embrace ever near -
how I wish I could tell how you wove such a spell
of contentment that made you so dear.
And the autumn! Ah, how I remember it now
with its crisp, sunny days taking hold,
as we watched the leaves change in a glorious range
of such colours astounding and bold!
Now my heart still believes I’ll once more watch those leaves
when in future I’ll finally roam
not again far afield, but to finally yield
to the call of my beautiful home.
Yet while this is my goal, pain still strikes at my soul
with a sudden and poignant attack,
for the meaningful core of those days gone before
have passed on and can never come back.
From the spring daffodils when we climbed in those hills
to the blossom that dazzled our eyes;
from the sweet summer rose to the wintery snows
to the sunsets igniting the skies,
every season has turned, in my memory burned
with a gratitude hard to define—
the delight on Mum’s face that would light up the place,
and Dad’s laughter, remain ever mine.
I give thanks every day for past seasons – the way
they evoke love that quite overwhelms,
and pray somehow above through the power of love
they are smiling from heavenly realms.
© Catherine Lee, May 2023