Is this the Winter of her discontent as with
Shakespeare the world around might seem one
that is indifferent to her sadness that age
has besieged her but no it is not so harsh
as the icy cold winds and snow harboring
a breath that will not seek to warm her skin
for it has become like the Season of Summer
where the warming rays of the sun stretches wide
to cover the new growth from Spring that offers
new bright green leaves that will be transformed
into variations of darker greens providing shade
to all of nature’s life beneath boughs of trees
who watch as life is born from tiny tadpoles
becoming frogs to the larvae of dragonflies to
a multitude of birds peering from the safety of eggs
to all beginning a journey of grand proportions
where Fall will see a quiet settling in to harvest
and rest amidst the beauty of all that has become
for stepping into the Winter of her life she now sees
her discontent not as a sadness but as one of observing
all that has come before, all that has become who she is
for it is another beginning and one of transformations
that will show her all the brilliance of her colors
enabling doors to naught hidden as opening to reveal
© June 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday writing prompt. Please read more of the other poets’ replies at https://jamiededes.com/2017/05/31/in-time-displaced-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File and digitized by myself.
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Well done. Appreciate the sentiment and the stunning artwork.
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Thank you so much. Taking a photo, I find at times, and making it your own, takes nearly as much time as writing. 😉
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Great poem I love how you describe the seasons and it made me think of how it relates to live. Being in the winter of life is being rich as we integrate more and more of our selves.
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Thank you Marja. Seems the older I get I watch the changing season more closely. I am being more of who I am…more my ‘self’. Be well.
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Hi Jamie, My post showing on your site is showing as one, rather than four paragraphs. Not a criticism by any means but perhaps it isn’t something you did but your site did? Thank you for continuing to have the Wed prompts. Be well.
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Renee, your writing has become much richer than I remember it being a year ago, say. Nice job. ❤
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Thank You Bela! After having worked most of my life and having raised five children, I am working at the things I love the most and have a passion for. All this since my open heart surgery two years ago. The changes in my life were great. Surgery, Retirement, putting my house on the market and selling it and then moving twice in 7 months time. Now adjusting to this next part of life. All a process. Be well. 🙂
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And you as well, Renee. Good luck with all the changes! 😀
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such a beautiful conclusion!
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Thank you for your comment.
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i like the developing – the becoming – the being shaped by the different seasons of life and embracing what we are
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Thank You Claudia. I look forward to every post you do. Worth the wait, certainly! I am busy now during retirement with my writing and looking at new ways to do my art. The latest I have been drawn to is the artist Iris Scott who does awesome finger paintings. She uses oil but I have lots of allergies so I am going to endeavor using my acrylics using an additive to lengthen their application time. Hope you, too, are still being artistic as you have quite the style of your own. I admire that. Be well.
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Your poetry has the force of a mountain stream. The imagery it carries along is stunning.
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Thank you for such kind words.
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