A game of seasons



I made a bet with autumn
in its last days
about when spring would arrive
in Sweden, next

he thought late, I said no,
I see the ground in thaw
already

I flipped a coin
with the queen of winter
about the length of her rule
this time

she chose heads
and so fell on me, tales
and winter was soon forgotten
by the way the toss fell

I see color now
I breathe ease

I scratch my eyes, filled with pollen


I guessed it right this one
that coldness would not linger
not this time











Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-03-09 at 01:43

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I also see this as a bet with life. Yes, you won the bet, and Spring, in many forms, is on the way. It is a masterpiece in the use of metaphors, if taken in that light.

Of course, the Queen of Winter is a fickle queen and has been known to give and take at will. I have never lived in Sweden, but in Northern USA, she can throw in a huge snow only to have it melt the next day. :)

This is a very clever poem.

Ashe
2014-03-09



Spring has always been my favorite season. I know there are those who see great beauty in the flashy colors of autumn, but to me those gaudy red and yellow leaves of November just mean they're losing chlorophyll and dying :).

Glad you won your bet with the Winter Queen, and enjoy your spring and all that glorious green!
2014-03-09


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Something soothing about this one... like the promise of better days ahead... very nice :)
2014-03-09