SHORT POEM
WINTER IS A CAREFUL NURSE
by Selma Martin
(Inspired by John Keats’ Sonnet — The Human Seasons) Maybe it’s in the youthful years of spring when green and blissfully unaware if one wakes or sleeps, and remotely untouched by the prospect of an imminent end, Man uncurtains heaven and fails to see that one cannot prolong the night—that in the shores of darkness, there too exists a budding light; that in the sullen mist, uneven stones still mark the way to lead the feet with mental might through untrodden greenery. Maybe. Maybe it’s in the verdant breath of summer that man uncurtains it, drowsed in its fiery noon hours of cloudless skies where hardly a stir of air there be, yet so much life exists within the feathered grass unlike in spring when he chewed on nature’s naive cud uncoiled, unblushing and unquenchable from dawn to dusk: still unaware that winter is on its way. Maybe Maybe man’s Phoenix wings take flight in autumn. Uncurtaining the heavens, melodizing it before the wintry days with Hecate’s spells and faery powers that bring the fully ripened hand of chance before the winter winds and freezing stars—not clear in summer, not there in spring; unheeded before, unheeded no more for now the soul listens—one season until Winter, whose melancholic penchant to numb limbs, with her cold fingers, touches man’s lips and curtains him off to heaven, where he lives forever unaware if he wakes or if he sleeps.
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Selma Martin is the author of In The Shadow of Rainbows: A collection of songs of presence—her debut poetry collection.
She is a retired English teacher with 20 years of teaching children ESL in Japan. She is an enthusiast of life, a believer in goodness in the world and in finding balance in the beauty in the ordinary.
Selma has published stories on Medium for many years, in MasticadoresUSA, The Poetorium At Starlight, Short Fiction Break, and Spillwords. After her first NaPoWriMo in April 2021, Selma writes
poetry on her website. She and her husband of thirty-three years are parents to two adult children and are now empty nesters. She lives in Japan with her husband in a small town near the Pacific Ocean.
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Such a gorgeous piece of writing, Selma! Congratulations! xoxo
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Thanks for hopping over here to finish reading this, dear Lauren. I appreciate the warm support. And please consider submitting to Lit eZINE too. 😉
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What a gorgeous poem, Selma! Beautifully expressed truths about the seasons of our lives! ❤
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Truths about the seasons of our lives. Your comment warms my insides. Thanks so much. Perhaps you will submit your lovely words to Lit eZine too? I hope so. Do, dear one.
Happy Holidays, my sweet. Remember: stress-free 🤗
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