Four Fair Seasons

 This is my first attempt at a longer poem and it is a bit more imaginative than usual, I hope you enjoy it.


Four fair seasons

It was a still and quiet night 

That I dreamt of meeting 

Four fair ladies without flaw or slight

Who appeared before me with greetings


First Summer spoke,

Her hair was long and free of tangles

She wore a sundress

Her skin slightly tan and her eyes the deepest blue


'My good sire please won't you rest

Under the shade of great tree?'

And I sat underneath the tree

Feeling at ease I breathed long and deep

The smell of fresh flowers and honey and all things wondrous

I saw a cloudless sky, true and blue

And I felt a blissful peace


Then Winter came

Her hair short and prim

She wore woolens with a scarf too

Her skin white and pale and her eye tar black


'My good sire please won't you rest

With a smoke of this pipe by this hearth?'

And I sat at the hearth

Feeling cozy by the fire, and I smoked the pipe for a while

Fire and smoke warmed me both outside and inside

As I watched snow fall on the windowsill

And I felt a peace of utter solitude


Now Spring spoke

Her hair tied in a neat bun

She wore a frock, simple and pretty

Her eyes I didn't notice for her smile was so pretty and her skin so clear


'My good sire, please won't you rest

And take a walk on this meadow'

And I walked I on a path through the meadow

Feeling carefree, my feet, bare to the grass

I saw dewdrops nestling in the grass and flowers blooming anew

And I saw clouds in the sky, though they threatened no rain

And I felt a peace of utter freedom


Now finally Autumn came

Her hair graying and braided

She wore a plain housedress

Her skin was wrinkled and her eyes a deep hazel


'My good sire, please won't you rest

Sleep in this bed soft and warm'

And I lay in the bed

Tired of all my rest

I felt drowsier and drowsier

Until I succumbed to sleep, watching the leaves fall outside

And I felt a peace of satisfaction


As I slept on

                                                                                    Aby



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