"An Ottoman Woman Visiting a Grave"‘Season’s Lost’ by C. David Hay The Society June 27, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 8 Comments The seasons came and passed again Since last I heard your voice; Many are the ways I’d change If death but gave a choice. I’d pick you flowers in the spring To show you that I care And when you needed comforting You’d always find me there. The summer breeze against my cheek, Like memories of your touch; The love we take for granted Is the one we miss so much. Sunlight on the autumn leaves, Reflections of your hair; There’s a special place in heaven For the young and fair. Winter winds that chill the heart And etch your stone with frost, Whispers of eternal love Beyond the years we lost. C. David Hay is a retired dentist living in Indiana and Florida. He received his BS and Doctor of Dental surgery Degrees from Indiana University. He is the author of five books of poetry which are dedicated to his wife, Joy. He has been widely published nationally and abroad and his poetry has been read on the British Broadcasting Channel. He was the first American published in the Nezavisimaya Gazeta in Russia. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry and is the recipient of the Ordo Honoris Award from Kappa Delta Rho. 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 disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which 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. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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Reply Lorraine Achee June 27, 2020 Thank you so much for your beautiful poem. It drives home the point that we do not realize what we have lost until it is too late. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant June 27, 2020 The musicality and cheerful ease of this poem’s rhythm seems to add to the poignancy of the message. It trips off the tongue like a song, yet sits heavy in the heart with the underlying grief. Your poem is beautiful and its message is invaluable. Thank you for this shining treasure trove of wise and wonderful words. Reply David Watt June 28, 2020 This is a beautiful poem which says all that it needs to in the space of five elegant stanzas. Reply Satyananda Sarangi June 28, 2020 Greetings Mr. Hay! An immaculate work about love and loss. This is for the first time that I’ve read you and I’m glad I did. The words leave a lasting impression on my heart. Thank you. Best wishes Reply Rod Walford June 28, 2020 It is indeed a beautiful poem David and speaks to the human spirit. It is one of those poems that we all come to relate to at some point in our lives. One might think that bereavement is not the easiest subject to write on yet strangely when one sits down and makes a start the words just flow effortlessly. Such has been my experience and I suspect perhaps it has been yours too. My sincere empathy and kind regards to you. Reply Sultana Raza July 2, 2020 A very moving poem, made all the more so by its simplicity and timeless quality. Specially in a world where people seem to be rushing about for senseless reasons, it seems that the ‘I’ character has found his centre, his still point, and hopefully some calm within. Recently, in response to a father (Andrew) asking for letters from the public, since he’s lost three children, I published two poems on loved ones passing away, meant to bring solace to both children and adults. They can be accessed via my FB page, or I could give you a link. Should you feel like it, you could send your poem (though it’s about an adult) to Andrew, as it imbues one with a sense of peace: http://pendemic.ie/letters-to-andrew/ Reply Leave a Reply to Leo Zoutewelle 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.