Wednesday's Poetry Jam prompt was to write about hands. This is my second poem...I tried one yesterday, but wasn't too happy with it. It needs more work. So I wrote this one this morning.
Handful of Seasons
Spring’s fingers are light
and nurturing
and creep
to make
things grow;
Summer’s thumb is green
and diligent
and keeps
the soil
with hoe;
Autumn’s palm is full
and inviting
and reaps
the fields
below;
Winter’s hand is harsh
and shivering
and sleeps
in drifts
of snow.
©Donna JT Smith, 2014
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I liked the way you have used hands as a metaphor. Nicely penned... :)
ReplyDeleteLove the description for hands of seasons...lovely poem x
ReplyDeleteDonna,
ReplyDeleteA fantastic way of seeing the four seasons...I enjoyed the voyage through your year very much..
Eileen
This is so clever and fun - it just can't help but bring a smile.
ReplyDeleteAh, I love your take on this....the way you wrote to each season! I am already tired of winter's 'harsh hand.' Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI loved this! You captured each season beautifully. :)
ReplyDeletenice step through the seasons using hands...and parts of the hand...i like how you assigned a different part of the hand to each season as well...
ReplyDeleteThis is both very clever and very nice. I like your idea of gardening hands whose job evolves with the season.
ReplyDeleteLove way you describe the seasons, hands of time and creation. Great images.
ReplyDeleteLove the seasons of hands!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this approach with the descriptions of the hands of the seasons. Good idea.
ReplyDeleteEvery season is so well described, loved it :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the various interpretations through the seasons ~ Spring is my favorite time ~
ReplyDeleteWonderful way that you have equated the attributes of the seasons with the different types of touch and hand characteristics, Donna. The end result is a beautiful and satisfying poem!
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