CHAPTER 20: "...SO DOES SEASON"
Leafless branches; stark against blue;
Dormant and waiting, the trunk's a dark hue,
Bark all closed off, not wasting heat
Roots search frozen ground for something to eat.
Up comes a wind, graciously warm,
Soil unclenches its hard, molded grasp,
Old roots finally can change their form,
New buds shoot out like a long-held-in gasp.
Leaves keep growing, young branch sprouts start,
Only sky seen is when canopy parts,
Bug on a leaf - now a bird's bite,
Tree photosynthesizes the gold sunlight.
A chill creeps in, green turns to gold,
The last Barred owl hoots its last "who",
As down fall the leaves that now have grown old,
Leafless branches; stark against blue.
In the poem Seasons Spell the poet uses this poem in a meaningful way by saying that each branch or each root starts another life after every season. Its sprouts a new leaf after every season, coming back to life. Traditionally, the poem says that the seasons come and go every year, and every year they have a new start. This poem portrays the season in an unusual way by using personification to describe the season.
Dormant and waiting, the trunk's a dark hue,
Bark all closed off, not wasting heat
Roots search frozen ground for something to eat.
Up comes a wind, graciously warm,
Soil unclenches its hard, molded grasp,
Old roots finally can change their form,
New buds shoot out like a long-held-in gasp.
Leaves keep growing, young branch sprouts start,
Only sky seen is when canopy parts,
Bug on a leaf - now a bird's bite,
Tree photosynthesizes the gold sunlight.
A chill creeps in, green turns to gold,
The last Barred owl hoots its last "who",
As down fall the leaves that now have grown old,
Leafless branches; stark against blue.
In the poem Seasons Spell the poet uses this poem in a meaningful way by saying that each branch or each root starts another life after every season. Its sprouts a new leaf after every season, coming back to life. Traditionally, the poem says that the seasons come and go every year, and every year they have a new start. This poem portrays the season in an unusual way by using personification to describe the season.