Summer's Seed

by Ben Pickard   Feb 18, 2019


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I sleep upon the snow
Where flowers used to grow;
I've let the north wind freeze my tears
And stem the rivers' flow.

With wretchedness untrimmed,
My flame has slowly dimmed,
But now I stand upon the heights
And sing the Summer's Hymn.

A stirring on the breeze,
Has changed me by degrees -
I sense the grass grow green below
The earth beneath my knees.

The birds begin to sing,
And all my woe takes wing,
So when the Winter freezes next,
I'll learn to harvest Spring.

Now as the bluebells grow,
And balmy south winds blow,
I've never craved a thing so much
As Summer's soft repose.

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Ben Pickard 2019

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  • 2 months ago

    by Acoustic Odyssey

    Absolutely gorgeous piece!

  • 2 months ago

    by Michael

    Glad to see this here fella, well done :)

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      A pleasure to be here with you, Michael.

  • 2 months ago

    by Mark

    Double win! Beautiful

  • 2 months ago

    by Jyoti Rawat

    wawoooooooooooooo
    touching.......
    close to heart.

  • 3 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    I simply love this Ben I wish I could share in your optimism though.

    The snow drops still bloom in my garden and I keep thinking back to last year, when all was fine until the beast landed. (Think it was early March).

    Then again I do live up north so we are normally a season behind you southerners anyway lol

    Hoping your poem brings as much sunshine in the real world as it does here

    Craig.

    • 3 months ago

      by CJ Maleney

      Oh and in favourites. Really wanna share this with my Dani

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Craig. Actually, I agree -it's probably too early for optimism but optimism is all I have, lol

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