Seasons
Scathing seething scorching sun,
Saunic summer's searing fun.
Probing pumping peeking rays,
Playful people pleasing days.
Lazing loafing lounging heat,
Laying lowly lolling treat.
Shading sweating steaming cheer,
Swiftly soundly summer's here.
Romping rustling roaming weaves,
Raking regal resting leaves.
Auric auburn autile call,
Aulic autumn auspice fall.
Shaking shirking sulking trees,
Skimming softly swerving breeze.
Reaving reeling reaping crops,
Rooting reckless riming tops.
Chaffing chafing charging bold,
Changing chapter chilling cold.
Blowing bundling beating snow,
Bursting brightly burning glow.
Winding whisking waving gale,
Watching wintry waning tale.
Chortling chiding chanting dead,
Choking charnel churning spread.
Waiting waking wishing bring,
Wafting wetly weeping spring.
Reaching ranging rambling new,
Racing ribbon rinsing through.
Pushing peering pinching show,
Planting pertly proudly grow.
Wending waffing wagging sun,
Wading wanton willing fun.
For the Tempest Made Serene
From the glory to the fall,
For patricians made to crawl.
From the passion to the still,
For the mountain ground to hill.
As the sure deny the doubt,
While the with abhor without.
As the strong disarm the weak,
While the proud decry the meek.
Eros dancing through the trees;
Whimsy wafting with the breeze.
Arrows piercing open hearts;
Others damaged by the darts.
As the right denounce the wrong,
While the deaf ignore the song.
As the life entombs the death,
While the wind exhumes the breath.
From the ornament to bone,
For the lover all alone.
From Rimbaud to Augustine,
For the tempest made serene.
© 1997 by Richard True, all rights reserved
Richard True, 35, is a resident
of St. Louis, Missouri and
loves the sounds
and usage of words.
Seasons also currently appears on Netgazettes Poetry Magazine.
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