"Hudson River Scene" by John Frederick Kensett‘The Hill’ by Dr. Emory Jones The Society November 25, 2017 Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments The swollen hill is pregnant with the Spring, A promise of a resurrection day, A warm renewal, life in everything Is bursting forth like perfumed blooms of May And now it will be constant joy to pray To smiling God and look to a pale blue sky And dance and flutter like the butterfly. The hill is streaked with yellow, brown, and green And days burn out like charcoal on the grill That under glaring skies we’re caught between The steamy afternoons that seem to fill Our souls with ennui and remembered thrill Of finding God who doesn’t seem to be As near as when we were in harmony. The forlorn naked hill is brown and bare Surrounded by the woods of deadly hue It is as if the world is dying there. With mound as grave and sobbing sky, dark blue With boiling glowering clouds like witches’ brew For all the beauty in which the woods are clad We have our gnawing doubts which leave us sad. The hill is silent in its shroud of snow While icy winds now shiver naked trees That stand like frozen sentinels of woe And shredded clouds pursued by winter breeze Flee across the sky as our disease Of sin condemns us to a Godless state Of desperate pain we dare not contemplate. The hill reflects the seasons as they pass On days of luscious light or gloomy gray But our fragile hearts, as weak as glass, Depend upon our nature’s constant play But gracious God is there. He may display Himself in smiling sky or thunder cloud And even in the hill with snowy shroud. 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.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 2 Responses Michael Vines November 27, 2017 Lovely and visceral at the same time. A thoroughly enjoyable visual dance of words. Bravo. Reply NeoOvid33 November 28, 2017 You have some wonderful images in this, and you have done well with the rhythm. Nice job. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.