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FOUR SEASONS

of our Lives

FOUR SEASONS

                                      SPRING
                                      The first bud to greet dawn and leap into the arms of life
                                      will develop leaves if the soil gives and nourishes,
                                      as with too much heat it will wilt and perish…
                                      in the hands of a good gardener it will flourish and grow

                                      SUMMER
                                      The fields, irradiated with species and colours
                                       partaking in this wondrous myriads of blooms
                                       where knowledge spills from the petals,
                                       offering new opportunities from morn to noon

                                       AUTUMN
                                       The petals weaken, but not the willpower
                                       to be a strong flower ready to pass on
                                       the pollens collected over the seasons
                                       where new and sturdy seeds will replenish
                                       when the parent seed moves on

                                       WINTER
                                       Mother and father of all seasons
                                       has seen life’s splendour
                                       in abundance walking to him.
                                       Time calls to drop the vail to a heavenly rest
                                       and open the way to a new and fresh field,
                                       as the cycle must continue…
                                       Life cannot sit still.     

                                       
                                     
                                        --Bernadete vdw '24 

                                                                
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Bernadete...

Some places only get Summer and Winter...

To have all 4 that's pretty amazing...

Great write...

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Bernadete van d...

I am late, but not too late to send you my appreciation for reading
this and sending a nice comment. How have you been lovely bird? 

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Matthew Zeccola

Very well written and thought provoking, Bernadete. Good job. M. 

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you Matthew, it’s very nice of you. And this goes for every reading and feedback. Sometimes I don’t reply, but please know that you’re very much appreciated. Stay well & happy writings to you.  B 

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Matthew Zeccola

Awww, thank you Bernadete, that’s very sweet of you, I appreciate it, and I think you’re great. Almost finished a poem today, maybe tomorrow. M.

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Bernie Martin

Fitting that you start with spring. It's that season in your hemisphere. "Leap into the arms of life" is a lovely expression. And I love irradiated as a verb not seen often in poetry but perfect here. But most of all I love your portrayal of autumn - the season of the gift of the old to the new - perfectly portrayed in your words. "Mother and father of all seasons" is a great phrase.
Nice concept behind your poem. 

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Bernadete van d...

Very much appreciated dear Bernie, for taking the time to read and send your thoughts. I love metaphors, always have. 
I am glad you like this one. This poem is very dear to me. Stay well my friend.  B 

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John Prophet

Here in New England we also enjoy the four seasons. Now just turned Autumn and the squirrels are storing acorns like crazy for the winter. Wonderful ✍️ 
 

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Bernadete van d...

Hi John, you live in a beautiful area surrounded by natural beauty and great cities. You have the best o both worlds. 
Nature is our muse, isn’t it?!
 

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Neville

You have certainly demonstrated how seasoned a poet you are Bernadete .. This is a fine example from your burgeoning portfolio ..
a real work of art in every sense .. Tis indeed terrific ma'am .. Neville 

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Bernadete van d...

What I love the most about sharing poetry is when people feel the poem. Either sad or happy or just a little humble writing, but when one “feels”, it sends music to the the writer,  and the notes bounce back to the reader. It’s a symbiotic relationship. Thank you for being part of the journey. You ma’am ed me, so I have to Sir you, Neville. 

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Marion

Perhaps that's why nature appeals to our souls so much B...we see our own lives and mortality played out in the four seasons again and again. You write of such things very beautifully x

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Yiyan Han

Yeah, the four seasons make the world full of characters
and the Nature is great, full of surprises.

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you Yiyan for taking the time to read this and sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated. 
Bernadete 

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Larry Ran

Dear Bernadete,
I have now added your verses to those which I quite often sing by Frankie Valle and "The Four Seasons".
Peace and Love,
Larry

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Bernadete van d...

Oh, the good oldie from the 70s??? ''My eyes adored you'' I like that one. 
Hi Larry, good to have you here and thanks heaps for reading my poem and
taking the time to send your thoughts. Much appreciated. Bernadete 
 

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