Season Over – A Quadrille
Hope for new beginnings
remains a debt unpaid by Spring.
Summer left it’s promissory note
for new growth and abundance
While Autumn failed to harvest
the wishes and dreams
left in barren, hardened earth
And when winter came
sadness fell as
love lay dying
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Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets
and she bas promoted us with the word ’Season’
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.
I’m loving how the seasons owe us a debt that’s gone unpaid. So true.
Thanks Jan. Sometimes they do. If you are a farmer of any kind, it can certainly make or break you.
Each season changes us.. but we always get back to that spring
Yes, that’s the one that gives us the most hope.
The Four Seasons … how delightful. Thank you for leaving me a comment.
Thanks Helen. Yes of course. Yours made me laugh 🤣
Finding one’s way out of darkness in any season is a challenge, especially when despair seems to be the only option.
Thank you Ken ☺️
Excellent quadrille Christine. I found you perspective on the word season to be most effective.
Thanks Rob ☺️
Christine I like how you used the seasons as a relationship measuring stick. Sometimes you just have to jump off of the carousel and try a new ride 😉
Good observation Lisa. Yes tell me! It was where my mind went last night 😧
So beautifully expressed, Christine! ❤️
Thanks Punam. Some season poems are not always full of hope 😦
Thank so much Reena ☺️
Thank you Sadje ☺️💕
Waiting for spring to pay joy forward…
Yes Trudessa! She doesn’t always do that though!