More Promptly Poetry PPC 5

A Little Seasoning

Winter took my little hope
and buried it deep beneath the snow
unspoiled, untried, on ice it kept
dreamless and still while it slept.

Spring stirred its slumbering passion
newly clothed in flamboyant fashion
nudged that hope from its dormant state
but for full bloom it had to wait.

Summer mornings with dew that glisters
increase the heat until it blisters
hope raises up in this incubation
no longer hidden in isolation.

Autumn cools its hot desire
the trees wave flags of leafy fire
each hope takes flight, then descends
to slumber ‘neath the snow again.



Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" 

Prompt/Week # 34

Use the following words in your poem:

Winter * Spring * Summer * Autumn