Painting by Crista Forest‘Passing of the Seasons’ and Other Poetry by Wandi Zhu The Society August 19, 2017 Beauty, High School Submissions, Poetry 7 Comments Passing of the Seasons When snow has melted, chill has gone, and winter turns to spring, The tender buds grow on the branches where the robins sing. The earth once brown is green again, blessed by the April rain, And flowers shy peek out the ground to meet the sun again. Then summer comes and days are warm and sun is in the sky, The doe brings out her fawn to play, the nestlings learn to fly. And berries sweet on bushes grow and trees are lush and green, And when night falls the sky is clear and shining stars are seen. Soon autumn comes and geese fly south, the leaves turn red and gold, The days turn short, the nights turn long, the gentle breeze turns cold. The apples droop the laden boughs and harvest comes around, The stalks of golden corn are sweet, the pumpkins full and round. Then winter comes back once again, to sleep the black bears go, The barren branches blanketed by thick and frosty snow. The earth asleep and dreaming of when deer in meadows run, And days that’ll soon come ‘round again brought by the spring and sun. Heart of the Forest Tales speak of kingdoms far away, And of the lands where fairies play, Where dragons fought the mighty kings, Lands where the fair-haired maidens sing. I too know of a mystic realm, Amongst the forest pines and elms, Where few have ever seen or heard, Yet known to every beast and bird. Like how has every man a heart, Which life to one does it impart The forest has a heart as well, And it’s this realm to you I tell. It’s not a kingdom vast and grand, Or far and wide, a magic land, But humble haven safe and sound, Small clearing in the forest found. Untouched by winter frost or cold, A realm forever green and gold, The path there only shown to those, Whose love for nature purely shows. Here beasts and birds are friends not foe, The silver wolf and wide-eyed doe, And forest secrets softly sung, By gentle brook in ancient tongue. And flower fragrance fills the air, Within this realm so sweet and fair, This realm of happy harmony, Where dearly my heart yearns to be. Wandi Zhu is a high school student at Fei Tian Academy of the Arts, in New York. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 7 Responses Sally Cook August 19, 2017 Wendy – Wendi – Congratulations on your rhyme, meter and form, all of which you seem to have well under control. I am looking forward to seeing how your work develops as you experience more. Reply Satyananda Sarangi August 19, 2017 Hello Wandi, These poems are very well crafted, keeping in mind that you are quite young. More power to your pen. Best Wishes Reply Amy Foreman August 19, 2017 Nice work, Wandi! Reply Sultana Raza August 19, 2017 I can only encourage you to continue writing. Your poems flow very well, considering your youth. To use a cliche, practice makes perfect. Reply Joe Tessitore August 19, 2017 Wow! Congratulations Wandi! No comment on your age from me To the future of the Society You have truly got it going on! Reply Father Richard Libby August 19, 2017 Congratulations on some very nice work! Your use of rhyme and meter is quite good. Keep writing; I look forward to reading more of your poems. Reply James Poulter August 20, 2017 Hey! I really love these poems! Thank you very much! Love in particular: “And forest secrets softly sung, By gentle brook in ancient tongue.” Peace 🙂 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour 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.