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Sunday, April 04, 2010

A Man, All Four Seasons

His spring was short, and he wore it
damp and dreary with query bulbs lightly
weaved in a soiled waistcoat. He will be
ready for summer.

His summer comes modest, not hot
enough for milking. Answers flower few,
so he dons a leaf-cushioned jacket
and waits for the fall.

His fall arrives late, too sweetly
burning assents of decay. Cracks branch thin,
and he slaps on a sappy topcoat,
with dread of winter.

His winter bustles with a bite,
but its nibbles and noms are blessedly
brief. He sighs, "It's a shame my seasons
can only be four."



This is Day 4 of NaPoWriMo. The ReadWritePoem.org prompt for today is to write an inside-out poem, taking the out-of-doors and bringing it in.

4 comments:

Unknown said...

Hi Francis,

Not seen you in a while! Clever portrait and interpretation of the prompt.

rallentanda said...

Nicely crafted elegant little poem!

Francis Scudellari said...

@Derrick. Thanks. I took a little break from the RWP prompts, but I'm glad to be back in the mix.

@Rallentanda Thank you. I feel a bit rushed with these because of the quick turnarounds involved with a poem/day, so I'm glad it didn't seem too jumbled.

Anonymous said...

Really like this.