"A Masque for the Four Seasons" by Walter Crane‘On the Seasons’ by Erin J. Kahn The Society March 31, 2021 Beauty, Poetry 9 Comments . With what perfection are the seasons spun; When we grow tired of the opulent sun, A wind from the north comes fanning our cheek The trees turn riotous; the sky looks bleak. As if to anticipate we may tire Of autumn’s rushing Pentecostal fire, The trees for a shocker cast off their clothes, Standing stark naked; and then it snows. They dress in sleek satin, polished and pearled While winter’s white muffler hushes the world When we are weary of the cold gray sky, The clouds send down rain, and blue columbine. And then the summer sets its course to run Till we grow tired of the opulent sun. . . Erin J. Kahn is a writer and printmaker usually based in New York City. Her short stories have appeared in Fantasia Divinity Magazine and Epic Publishing’s fiction anthology Dead of Winter. She is also a theatre critic at StageBuddy.com and book reviewer at woodbtwntheworlds.blogspot.com. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: 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 email@example.com. 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. CODEC News: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) 9 Responses jd March 31, 2021 Lovely. Reply Gail March 31, 2021 It’s hard to choose a favorite–very apt. Reply Yael March 31, 2021 Bravo Erin! I love the brevity and circularity of your poem, and the fact that you manage to evoke so many great mental images with so few words. Your beautiful poem together with the picture of the awesome Walter Crane painting are a much appreciated treat on a very rainy day in south-east Tennessee, thank you. Reply Erin March 31, 2021 Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it. I agree, that painting is stunning. (: Reply Paul Freeman March 31, 2021 I really enjoyed the informality and tongue in cheek phraseology used in this poem, especially the personification of the trees going for a ‘shocker’. Thanks for putting a smile on my face, Erin. Reply Emma March 31, 2021 The changing seasons are one of my favorite things about this world, and you’ve captured the feeling of it beautifully. Reply Margaret Coats April 1, 2021 My favorite season in this poem is “while winter’s white muffler hushes the world,” especially because “world” and “pearled” appear such a perfectly natural rhyme. Reply C.B. Anderson April 1, 2021 This is a rather apt meditation/discussion of the yearly cycle we all, in some way or another, must experience. I think you could use some punctuation after “cheek” in line 3 and after “world” in line 10. The columbine you mention sounds like the Rocky Mountain columbine, the state flower of Colorado, and, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful flowers the world has to offer. In line 12 the comma after “rain” is unnecessary, unless you deliberately intended to place a caesura there. Reply Martin Rizley April 1, 2021 I like the way you use various literary devises to convey the dynamic way one season gives place to another. Numerous verbs and images create a sense of movement which engages the senses– the wind fanning the cheek, autumn´s Pentecostal fire “rushing” (I assume that you are describing the movement of the wind through bright red and gold leaves of fall), the trees “casting off” their clothing, the white muffler of snow “hushing” the world, clouds “sending down” rain. All these verbs which invoke in a vivid manner the sounds, the sights, and the changing temperatures of the seasons to create a sense of nature´s restless vibrancy. Well done! 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.