The Changing of the Seasons by Michaela Demicoli
That blooming May field
had been a raging backdrop
of pure colour mingling with existence,
featuring layer upon layer of
and prettier peonies.
This grieving November field
indeed sees grave stagnation
which brims with tactless incongruity.
An exodus of dampened hearts
must now find joy
in wintry Chrysanthemums,
while a melancholy obituary
Tout est mort (ainsi que l’amour!)
There that hapless reaper
ploughs through drenchèd weeds.
Those spring months have ceased to be,
and nature unwillingly withdraws
as the icy Boreas
lulls vitality to sleep,
until the curse is frantically uplifted
in the potential May season thereafter.
This poem is one of the chosen entries for DESA’s Valentine’s Themed Poetry Competition.