August 7, 2018 by phicks2012
I try to post poetry to my BLOG on a regular basis since my readers seem to respond better to thast to to just about anything else. I found that surprising at first, but I’ve gotten used to it over time, and am willing to feel gratified.
However, I don’t always have something “new” to post, and when that’s the case I often go back through my older efforts and pluck out something written long ago in a former century for our SCA Newsletter (The Equinox).
The short verse below is one such, penned nearly 20 years ago and never before inserted into one of my BLOGS. Hopefully, some may find merit in it, even after all these years.
The seasons flow about the world
To touch each warming hearth,
And fields lie filled or fallow with
Their breath upon the Earth.
With Spring the eager seedlings surge,
And life anew is born,
And Summer brings the wheat to gold
And blossoms with the thorn.
In Autumn comes the harvest from
The Earth’s most bounteous breast,
And Winter cools the harried soul,
And gives the spirit rest.
[01 December, A.S. XXIX, 1994]