Seasons
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 5:22 pm
Each year there is an international competition for short English poetry of 25 lines or less - in memory of Indian Nobel Laureate poet Rabindranath Tagore.
This year I was fortunate enough to be placed fifth with my poem describing the orchestral passage of a full circle of changing seasons in Queensland ...
SEASONS
(c) Shelley Hansen 2016
The Springtime carpet covers plains once dry,
orchestral grasses sway in symphony,
conducted by the breeze which passes by
unfettered - always restless, always free.
Sweet music soothes the sighing soul with peace
and heals the troubled heart with sweet release.
The march of Summer moves with drumming beat,
proclaiming martial rule with tyrant hand.
The air ignites with trumpet blasts of heat
and thunder's crashing cymbals shake the land.
The gusting gales wage warfare with the rain
as fire and flood wreak vengeance on the plain.
The Autumn days are elegant and crisp.
They echo songs of Summer, lightly played
on lower volume, woven with a wisp
of wily wind cavorting through the glade.
The sunset draws its curtain to display
an audience of stars - the Milky Way.
The dawning Winter day disturbs a dream
as pale moon fades before its blushing glow.
A breath of fluted ripples on the stream
creates a lilting lullaby to slow
the heartbeat of the hibernating Earth,
that she might rest until the Springtime's birth.
This year I was fortunate enough to be placed fifth with my poem describing the orchestral passage of a full circle of changing seasons in Queensland ...
SEASONS
(c) Shelley Hansen 2016
The Springtime carpet covers plains once dry,
orchestral grasses sway in symphony,
conducted by the breeze which passes by
unfettered - always restless, always free.
Sweet music soothes the sighing soul with peace
and heals the troubled heart with sweet release.
The march of Summer moves with drumming beat,
proclaiming martial rule with tyrant hand.
The air ignites with trumpet blasts of heat
and thunder's crashing cymbals shake the land.
The gusting gales wage warfare with the rain
as fire and flood wreak vengeance on the plain.
The Autumn days are elegant and crisp.
They echo songs of Summer, lightly played
on lower volume, woven with a wisp
of wily wind cavorting through the glade.
The sunset draws its curtain to display
an audience of stars - the Milky Way.
The dawning Winter day disturbs a dream
as pale moon fades before its blushing glow.
A breath of fluted ripples on the stream
creates a lilting lullaby to slow
the heartbeat of the hibernating Earth,
that she might rest until the Springtime's birth.