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Sharon thank you for the kind words they are really appreciated this is a series of 4 poems that have come to represent the 4 seasons

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Comment by Sharon Lee Goodhand on April 26, 2015 at 2:23pm

Beautifully woven, each one a vibrant word-painting of season's passage. Thoroughly enjoyed.

Comment by Gavin Tonks on April 26, 2015 at 1:58pm

I thought to share the others with you I hope you enoy as you did the first

Comment by Gavin Tonks on April 26, 2015 at 1:57pm

Winter

Original writing of Gavin Tonks

Injured,

 Loping wind, moaning through the dry leaf, laden, grey dust

puddles, smothering covering, blanketing

Winter’s wild, wind dogs, growling hunger -

Whine, cringe, silently pad, Victim wind, hurt  

Hide, cower, seek – 

Aggression, tormented, eyeing, the silent invisible hunter,

Blind chase, spiral scent, scratch and bashed trees shaking

Slayer of summer, bringer of autumn to its knees

Sun sucked cold, trees shiver -

Birds twitter, heard, harsh, sound, from between,

Stark, heatless, sapless branches, 

that are grey and bare the tragedy

Numb, waiting,

 rainless dark, clear skies, shattered, glass marble moon

Silent winter sounds, dogs barking, murdered summer’s heat expires

Cold, silent breathy, beating heart, its winter time 

 

 

 

Original poem

Gavin Tonks July 2012

Comment by Gavin Tonks on April 26, 2015 at 1:56pm

pring / Summer Wind

Original writing of Gavin Tonks 26/08/2012

The wind brought summer today.

The day started a bit cold, and then the summer sun wobbled into the cool morning air.

It crested the hill and shone on the earth, just another day.

Then the wind came, not sure from where.

First it was gentle and just a breath,

But when it blew hot, I was surprised when I realised it was summer today.

The wind continued to blow a bit stronger,

Over the same hill.

Whispered words reminded me of summer coming here, and soon.

So I listened to the voices,

And there were many.

Some had words and others sounds and they all spoke of summer being all around

Some flirting, others flowed and then they poured on down the hill.

Now today and yesterday the smell of long stolen water crested the same hill,

It tantalized and promised, but wind drove it away 

We wait chilled and dust choked being reminded of what we are.

Centuries of people have prayed for this same summer, so I wait as all before me have, 

waited, 

for the rain and liberation from dust.

Comment by Gavin Tonks on April 26, 2015 at 1:55pm

utumn

Original writing Gavin Tonks

15/02/2013

Splashed patter, cold drops of rain, chilled wind

Distant rumble

Ruffles the heat away

Last bird twitters and lone cricket chirps

Light fades slowly, pending darkness, shattered tiny shards of summer trees, 

Yellow and brown and tired green leaves, mosaic the mottled ground.

Golden sun falls silently, lighting the Cathedral garden, of tinted green. 

Translucent gentle leaves fade to yellow and brown now rolling on the ground 

Yellow summer sun trapped in amber grass, gusts of wind ensure the heat is hidden far away, 

Powdery dry, longing, dormant land, demands a toll of heat.

Sun’s fading chill touch, still and quiet, brushes the sleeping trees and other life fleeing all around, 

From the darkness pouring out the ground

Winter is waiting flowing all around

Comment by Sharon Lee Goodhand on April 26, 2015 at 1:53pm
The 4 seasons have a very potent impact on me each year... autumn here at the moment. Peace and Bright Blessings.

        

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