Seasons
These are the summer days,
Clouds running with my mind
(both sailing on the wind):
I’m reclining ‘gainst a tree
Dreaming up one-act plays
These are the fall days,
Watching the leaves fall
Bearing my aspirations—
The colors come and fade
To a crunchy pervasive brown glaze
These are the winter days,
Huddled by the fire with my muse,
It’s cold here;
If I were an evergreen
I’d have something more to say
These are the spring days,
Waking up one more time,
And this is forever—
Watching the sun
Burn away the haze
Jul 28th 2005
Seasonal metaphors hold great power and are one of the most beautiful forms of the bildungsroman. The ordering of this poem was probably influenced by Toni Morrison’s Bluest Eye.
I hope you enjoy it.
Jul 29th 2005
hello friend. wondering what your email was. dont think i have it.
-micah
Jul 29th 2005
you can click the “email me” link at the bottom of the “Linkage” list.
Jul 29th 2005
“And this is forever—
Watching the sun
Burn away the haze”
I find the seasons very powerful as well. Love your ending.
But Toni Morrison? I can’t believe she made your reading list!
Jul 30th 2005
Like it or not, Toni Morrison is actually cannonical reading for the contemporary period, which means I’ve read it (not that I’ve read every bit of the cannon, but some things can’t be avoided).
The Bluest Eye was worth reading if only because of its seasonal structure; it was also good because I probably would not have added it to my reading list on my own initiative–sometimes the best sort of texture is the kind that emerges from obligation and discipline.
Aug 9th 2005
to be an evergreen . . .
Aug 9th 2005
and Morrison?! come on. what’s real is _real_–cannon or not.