Seasonal Muse

We sit and weep in memory

Of days brushed by a Summer breeze -

Breeze that with its majestic hand

That guides the tides, the seas, the sands

Could seize and dry the falling tears,

The agonies and lonely fears.

Then does the Autumn come to greet

And drops its leaves there at our feet;

Crunch underfoot the fallen greens

And purples, blues of vibrant scenes.

Faint rays of sunlight sneak within

Our silent forest void of sin,

Where lovers waltz within the glades

Beneath the willow shadow's shades.

Yet Winter waits with eagerness

To quench his bitter loneliness.

Once trees be bare; a sombre sight

And clouds do shroud the calming light,

Howl bitter winds across the plains

As snow departs the Autumn rain,

For Pan does bring a frost that bites

Its victims in the lonely night.

Pray for Spring and the dawn again,

For birds to sing and call the names

Of lovers that they'd duly left

As Winter's curtain freely swept

Across the lands with evil eyes

As wilting flowers wept and died.

Their loved ones forced to flee to warmth;

Far South from home, abscond the storm

That blew all Nature's beauty far

From light into foreboding dark.

Then months in such a gloomy place

To pray in quiet for the day

When Sun shall shine with joyful love,

Gleam its blessings into the grove

Where flowers shall begin to grow

Just as they had a year ago;

Burst forth from buds to find their peace -

Await the pure of Summer's breeze.

Proserpine - Dante Gabriel Rossetti 

© Cecil Field