Reading Seasons Poem by Richard D Remler

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He was reading Ezra Pound
When Autumn visited his town,
And serenely scattered 'round
Bits of red, of gold and brown.
Oh, Ezra would dream no more,
For here was his wine of mirth,
This Lady of rich allure
Was but the joy of earth.
'Breath of the poppy flower,
All the wood thy bower
And the hills thy dwelling-place.'
Aye, the softest kiss of grace.
But he noticed not that echo in the eaves
As the wind toyed with the dying leaves,
That had changed their gentle green
To the shades of Halloween.
He did not hear the Autumn song
The birds were singing.
He did not feel the
Crisp of Autumn in the air.
It mattered not the changes
Fall was bringing.
He was far too busy
Reading Ezra there.

He was reading Robert Frost
When Winter peered around.
Her wisp of wind toying
With the leaves
That fall had scattered
Through his town.
Frost had heard the whippoorwill
Begin far enough away
With many a time to say his say.
Yet, he had not noticed the touch
Of frost that clung to
The window pane.
Nor felt the biting chill
That haunted both the
Fog and freezing rain.
He was unaware the mornings glow
Was accented by
The fallen snow.
He knew time was truly never lost
When he was reading Robert Frost.

He was reading Yeats
When Spring touched her
Lonesome breath upon his door.
He hadn't noticed how she
Warmed the sky,
Nor wanted more.
He was drawn by the island dreams,
And by the enameled sea,
Which William Butler Yeats
Conveyed so cleverly.
He did not concern himself
With showers Spring had
Sent his way.
He was far too consumed
Within his mind
The thoughts of Yeats today.

When Summer rumbled in
He was reading Edgar Allan Poe,
And had not noticed gentle Spring
Had melted all the fallen snow.
Poe was with his Helen,
Who's Naiad airs had brought him home
To Greece's divine glory,
And all the grandeur of Rome.
He did not care his night would thunder,
Or that lightning spider-webbed his sky.
He noticed not the cutting July breeze,
Nor heard the wanting cry
Of the Meadowlark, or Nightingale,
Nor the specter of evens glow.
Nothing mattered more to him
When he was reading Poe.


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Copyright © MMXI Richard D. Remler

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Any and all quotes belong to their respected Authors:

*Le Regina Avrillouse by Ezra Pound
*Ghost House by Robert Frost
*The Island Dream by William Butler Yeats
*To Helen by Edgar Allan Poe