poetry by j matthew waters

four season poetry

in the unpredictable spring
the poet writes of rain and birth
welcoming freshness
unfolding everywhere

in the hot summer sun the poet
writes of sweat and stifling heat
lemonade and iced tea
and the faraway sounds
of the ice cream van

when autumn approaches and
death is sure to follow
the poet writes of impending doom
and desperate days to come

but when winter arrives
and sub-zero temperatures set in
the poet remains silent
except when northern winds
or black bird wings
bring back to life
backyard metal chimes

january two thousand sixteen
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16 thoughts on “four season poetry

  1. Cruel Winter leaving frozen poets wordless.

  2. Phenomenal, as if I would expect anything less from your writing.

  3. Love, love, love this – the winter stanza so superb – lovely work, John

  4. Yes, but in that silence the best of poetry will come… winter poetry is perfect calligraphy on pristine paper.

  5. I really enjoyed how you wrote this. Familiar tones of seasons gone by.

  6. tunisiajolyn84 on said:

    I love this! It definitely shows what a year is like for most poets.

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