Rhythms of the Seasons

The rhythms of the season hypnotize us
as they go ’round and ’round and ’round,
faster each year as we age,
building to some distant, palpable climax
while receding from another, ancient past.

Faster they spin, compelling us to fill fleeting days
with meaningful events.
(love may deepen,
hate grow brittle,
poetry more necessary)

To and fro, light to dark, the pendulum swings
stupendously, irrevocable across the map, throbbing
in every molecule with its unabashed preponderance.

No sooner sweet Summer arrives
in her full sensual glory
and vapid dissipation,
then be the slightest incline, the longest day tipped,
we start the slow, poignant slide
to the depths of
Thus we arrive again at this valley
of Yin,
whose darkness and gravity turns us inward
to our sweetest, softest, most delicate

As if by sheer will (and hope and need)
we nudge the gyration
back toward light,
we indulge in glitter and compassion.
We reward love needed and given
with earnest countenance.
We search our souls for cheerful ways
to decorate the days.
We celebrate the counterpoints of our lives,
barely pausing to reflect
over the abyss which lies beneath
the fragile music we make.

This was one of Barbara’s favorite of my poems.

3 thoughts on “Rhythms of the Seasons

  1. Just a thank you for such a deep nostalgic poem. Would that I could give you something in return. Yes, I have listened to classic music unitl it is mostly memorized. Yes, I have witnessed and felt the cycles of the years – too many. But I, like you, continue to propel my electrical constuct thru the cycles. Am I real? Perhaps the question is what part of me is real? Certainly not the electrons in their orbits, the Schrodinger wave they describe, and the uncertainty they have as found in the Heisenberg uncertainty principle. Sorry about all this, buy your poetry put me in this mood – and I love it. Thanks.


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  3. this fucken sucks because it is so so fucken long i hate this poem I HATE EVERY PEOM EVER MADE IT FUCKEN SUCKS ASS the only poem i like is called candy shop by 50 cent so……hahahahahahahahahahahahhahhehehehehehehdheehehehe……..hola just fucken with you about everything poemes are ight but they are still kinda gay!!!!????!!!???!!!?!!?

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