Four Seasons; Four Cycles!

Four Seasons

When new buds start sprouting,
When the birds nurse their hatchlings,
When snow melts into rivulets frolicking,
When over the azure sky clouds start floating,
Know that it is Spring coming!

When the trees start flowering,
When the crops start ripening,
When the wheat stands golden, dancing
When the sun is mild, heart-warming,
Know that it is Summer knocking!

When the leaves start yellowing,
When the fruits are sweet with ripening,
When the birds towards South start migrating,
When the beasts and worms start hibernating,
Know that Autumn's come calling!

When hoarfrost on pine needles starts gathering,
When the snowflakes on the lips start melting,
When denuded trees, soft snow starts dressing,
When hearths in homes have fire crackling,
Know that it is Winter chilling!

Life's Four Seasons:
So do the four seasons of life come calling:
Spring, young and striplings,
Summer ripe and straddling,
Autumn mild and sobering
Winter old, cold and chilling...

So, make most of Four seasons, my darling,
Listen at each stage to life's calling...

Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright : Zoya Zaidi
11.04.2010 9.30 am


Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2010-04-11 at 09:44

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nice ....4 season, 12 months, 1 year...!

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting, I just wrote a poem with the theme of life as seasons, and then I discovered this delightful text of yours. Coincidence? I guess so. Grateful? Definitely. : )

Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Very beautiful
These different faces of a year
should each be embaced without any fear

P K Padhy
An excellent creation of unified nature with expression of human touch. The poem would remain as an exquisite style for a long time in the contemporary literature.


P K Padhy