"Poem of the Soul - Spring" by Louis Janmot‘When All the World Seems New’ by Father Richard Libby The Society July 21, 2017 Beauty, Poetry 10 Comments When, late in May, Memorial Day ____Inaugurates the season Of summer sun and summer fun ____(Much welcomed, with good reason), Then nature’s crowned with sight and sound: ____The sky is bright and clear, The flowers’ blooms and birds’ bright plumes ____Proclaim that summer’s here. The birds cheer on the coming dawn ____With songs that fill the skies. The red and gold announce: “Behold! ____The sun’s begun to rise!” The darkness fades and light pervades ____A sky of wat’ry blue, And people rise and op’n their eyes ____To greet a day so new. The flower beds boast whites and reds ____Against a backdrop green. The insects come and go, and hum, ____Contented and serene. The flowers call the insects all ____With color and perfume, And they respond, for they are fond ____Of nectar from the bloom. As winds grow strong, and shadows long, ____The sun sinks in the sky; As wind-chimes ring, cicadas sing ____An evening lullaby. The mockingbird, at times, is heard ____On still and humid nights; Each girl and boy awaits with joy ____The coming day’s delights. September days and autumn haze ____See weather turning cool, Vacations end and parents send ____Their children back to school; Yet we’ll recall, throughout the fall ____And in the winter, too, The sun’s bright rays on carefree days ____When all the world seems new. Father Richard Libby is a priest of the Diocese of Corpus Christi. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Related Post ‘The Clockmaker’ by Benjamin Daniel Lukey When I was young, I’d disassemble clocks So I could understand what made them go. With tools in hand, and pieces in a box, I’d wonder, an... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 10 Responses William Ruleman July 21, 2017 A wonderfully musical, memorable poem for every season . . . Thank you, Father Libby. Reply Father Richard Libby July 21, 2017 Thank you, sir! Reply Lilly Rodriguez July 21, 2017 Eloquently refreshing… Blessings Father Libby! Reply Father Richard Libby July 22, 2017 Thank you, Lilly! Reply Lilia July 22, 2017 What a beautiful poem! Thank you Father Libby. I didn’t know we had a poet in our midst. It really touched me. Reply Father Richard Libby July 23, 2017 Thank you, Lilia! Reply Satyananda Sarangi July 25, 2017 Hello Sir, Greetings! This poem stands out for its vivid imagery. When images are drawn from the rich bosom of nature, it is so heart warming. The musicality, the after effect and the portrayal of seasons are spot on. All I can do as a very young poet is reading it again and again. Waiting to read more of your poetry. Reply Father Richard Libby July 26, 2017 Thank you very kindly! Reply Cornelius Hayes February 6, 2018 What a lovely and serene poem father Libby. It seems nostalgic in some way. Perhaps because I used to live where there were seasons. Reply Fr. Alphonse Lazar SDB November 24, 2018 Dear Father Richard Libby, Congrats to you for the fine and sublime poem. Great indeed. I am a Salesian priest, India. I am also so much interested in writing poems. You always remain an inspiration to me Please pray for me Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.