Another of those ancient college-days poems lately unearthed in moldering drawer. Traces of high school project to study G.M. Hopkins. Retouched a little. Needs work.
Times
I
Birdsung blooming
with flowers and love
and groundhogs and grasses.
Mudstained snows
melt and slough
the tears of hope.
Colors burst,
fresh-snapped, pure,
promises proposed.
Spring (like love)
is open.
II
Sunbright laughing and leaping
Stretching wide her arms, she
kisses
talks
plays
jests:
Summer grows, a promise kept.
Streams chuckle full,
Trees stretch tall,
Wingstretched bridds take flight.
With tears of joy,
the unbound wind blusters
cross fields and furrows
and hums down cold tall
concrete caverns.
So (like love)
is summer free.
III
Leaf-rustled, silence cloaks:
The birds are soft
and ready to
depart.
Children gaze in wistful reminisce
through dustreaked windowpane
while teachers
drone.
Windsong in scarlet woods
lilts no promises,
but broods in crustling quiet
and remembers.
Tears that fall
fall for the past
unaccomplished.
Autumn (like love)
is wistful.
IV
When snow enshrouds
the windshorn trees,
Close, cold stars
behold the world
with dispassioned gaze.
The air is clear of song and hope.
Winter must be night:
A time of solitude
to watch the stars
wheel the years
without censure
without regret.
Speak only now in whispers
and never cry.
All tears are ice,
and winter must be brave.
©2013 Michael F. Flynn
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