I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.
Came tumbling down the hill,
just as spring bounced in,
smelled the freshly mown grass,
saw flowers springing from the ground,
then I turned round
and summer was before me.
The bees were buzzing,
flowery scent in the air,
hardly dared to breathe -
so all the beauty wouldn’t disappear.
Birds trilling in the air,
jasmine scented nights,
of shimmering stars -
the moon beaming from afar.
Over the top of the hill,
tumbling down the other side,
what a wild ride,
down at the foot,
there I now sit,
wondering where summer is going
and why fall is not far behind.
Just saw a pair of storks,
packing for the south,
leaving their nest -
afraid of catching early frosts come September.
Soon I'll be gazing at trees with flaming treetops,
as leaves change to gold, orange and red.
Then I always want to spread my arms,
catch the colder winds
and dance along with the swirling leaves.
Still in my heart there is sorrow,
with each new morrow -
at the end of each summer.
Wasn’t I just heading into spring,
now going out summer’s back door.
What is it all for?
like spinning round -
a revolving door.
© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 05, 2018:
Thank you, Jackie.
Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on April 04, 2018:
Beautiful poem and if you have ever smelled the Carolina Jasmine, how wonderful it is and very short lived. This poem conveys the short lived pleasures.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on March 17, 2018:
Hope you're all having a great weekend and Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Thank you, Ann.
You're welcome, Augustine. Glad you enjoyed.
Thank you, Ventkatachari.
Thank you, ThreeKeys.
Thank you, Nikki.
Nikki Khan from London on March 17, 2018:
What a brilliant description of all seasons which just pass over so quickly and resemblance of revolving door is the exact one to compare with.
Well done Gypsy!
You’ve done a great job here!
Have a great weekend!
threekeys on March 17, 2018:
Spring and Autumn are my favourite times of the year.
You have Spring on your doorstep and Autumn season is now on our doorstep.
It was a light and fun poem. Nice!
Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on March 17, 2018:
Very nicely presented. It's true. The days and seasons change so quickly. It's a game of going around the revolving door. An apt comparison. Well done.
Augustine A Zavala from Texas on March 16, 2018:
Yes, sometimes the seasons change too fast! I love your version of summer, more pleasant than a Texas one. Thank you for sharing.
Ann Carr from SW England on March 16, 2018:
This is such a well-constructed poem. I love it! It describes exactly how I feel about all the seasons and life in general, which is indeed like a revolving door. I hope, though, that certain things change for the better as we go along!
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on March 16, 2018:
Thank you, Louise.
Thank you, Smarajit.
Thank you, Manatita
So very true, FlourishAnyway.
Thank you, Shyron and blessings to you.
Thank you, Bill.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on March 16, 2018:
Very clever...very true....and a question at the end for the Ages.
Shyron E Shenko from Texas on March 16, 2018:
You are a very good poet, this is my favorite poem of yours.
You gave us a year in one turn of the revolving door.
Blessings my friend.
FlourishAnyway from USA on March 15, 2018:
the older I get the faster the whole thing churns.
manatita44 from london on March 15, 2018:
Yes, we are actually spinning around a revolving wheel. Once the lessons are learnt, we jump off. Lol. Great reflective poetry, though. Great work!
Smarajit Chowdhury from Kolkata, India on March 15, 2018:
Very beautifully written, particularly the flow, very heartfelt.
Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on March 15, 2018:
I enjoyed reading that poem, thankyou for sharing it. You're a very talented poet. =)