Winter
The cold winds blew
--
Winter was more beautiful
Than she knew,
A Beauty gowned
In saintly white,
Set shimmering
With diamond moonlight,
The trees bowed low
With heavy snow,
She was more beautiful
Than she knew,
The Earth sang mournful
adorations
With his grieving nations.
Spring
With trees still
bare,
And dishevelled hair,
Spring awoke,
From a near-death sleep,
Limbs pale and weak,
She stood and
wobbled,
Slumber-hobbled,
Through the fecund forest;
While the feathered throng,
Sang expectant songs,
Earth broken-hearted,
His Winter Dream departed,
(Eve ripped from Adam’s reverie)
Turned his face to the sky,
And made it cry,
She will return!
She will return!
The nodding Oaks assured,
The blinking Stars concurred,
(The Moon unsure wisely deferred).
Summer
Summer awoke slowly,
On a bed of clover,
A dream-laden night,
The Moon, her lover;
Summer, barefoot
beauty,
Wiggled her toes,
Watched the airy
bestiary –
Distracted, reposed.
Autumn
Autumn
was a goddess,
Exhaling
morning mist,
Tracing
patterns in the fog
With
her fingertips;
Autumn
was a beauty,
With
wild vibrant hair
That
mimicked the wind,
Curls
of air;
Autumn
was abundance,
Her
breasts overflowed,
Like
baskets spilling fruit,
Her
skin, a sunset glow.
Night
Night entered
gracefully
In her black silk gown,
Beaded with stars
All around,
The luminescent Snow
Lessened his glow,
Lest he rudely upstage
Her celestial show,
Of constellations
twinkling,
From her head
To her toes.
Dawn
Dawn awoke,
Wiggled her toes,
In a sheer gown
Of muted rose,
Stretched, yawned,
Sat awhile,
Bathed the earth
With her radiant smile,
Stood and meandered
Up the hill,
Dispersed the shadows
And the lingering chill--
Near a cottage
Far below,
Where honey was gathered
And jasmine grew,
The cock’s crow
shattered bliss,
The lovers stirred
One last kiss.
Paul Engel is a
poet who writes, lives, works, and will probably die in, Woodridge, IL. He
matriculated at Northern Illinois University in the cornfields of Illinois
where he earned his BA in English Literature. He passes as White but is proudly
half-Ecuadorian on his mother’s side.
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