An Ode to Seasons’ Passing

A short Keatsian Ode inspired by nostalgic feelings as another year draws into Autumn.

You chilling choke on Summer’s lazy haze,

You marching herald of death’s universal scourge,

I both love and dread these inevitable Autumn days

Which slowly crush all youthful urge.

But does not Autumn bring

Beauty in the turning of the leaves?

Though changes swiftly come to strike,

The Summer’s exploits do yet sing.

Perhaps Summer and Autumn find ground alike,

For may not the glory of life shine most at death’s eve?


The seasons change with passing ease,

Our dwindling lives of little note

To eternal forces guiding these,

As we traverse life’s widening moat.

As Autumn glows in Summer’s splendid light,

Might our passing years not also bask

In tearful gaze upon years long past?

I awaken each morn in a terrible fright

To see another day has seen its last,

But memory’s light makes the new day an easier task.

                                                                -Michael Sweeney (The Cave Troll)



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4 responses to “An Ode to Seasons’ Passing

  1. As summer ebbs, I think of it’s lasting gift…..An amazing wide eyed, thoughtful, intelligent, bundle of joy, a gift from God, delivered on the last day of summer’s splendid light, making Autumn glow brighter since 1996…..

  2. This is blessedly beautiful. Thank-you.

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