"Edinburgh from the West" by James Norie (National Galleries Scotland)‘Approaching Storm, Night’ and Other Poems on Spring by Adam Sedia The Society May 3, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 2 Comments Spring Snow Tyrant Winter reaches __Beyond its frozen tomb, Dares cast its icy mantle __On bud and crocus-bloom. Long it reigned unchallenged __In dark and cold and ice; Thwarted now, it hurls back __Last volleys as it flies. Spent, it fails to muster __Its once-destroying blast; Failing snows fall gently, __Not to chill or last. Lazily they flutter __In heavy, half-mild air, Listless, almost hopeful __To dissolve soon there. Winter’s once-dread arrows __Waft softly, twirl with glee, Weakened by Spring’s onslaught __To pleasant mockery. Approaching Storm, Night The world was dark and still, __A torrid summer night; No sound but crickets’ trill, __No moon, no stars to light— Only a heavy, velvet veil Hanging languid, stagnant, stale, __Shrouding the struggling sight. Far, far to west it seemed __A fleeting bone-white flash Ephemerally gleamed __Then vanished in a dash. Another flicker followed close; Beyond the crickets faintly rose __A distant, muffled crash. No doubt a storm drew near __And shortly would arrive; No hope could stay or steer __Its rushing, crushing drive; No open way to flee its path; No speed enough to flee its wrath; __But one thing lingered: fear— Fear deep-welled, piercing through, __Vague, indescribable; Primeval fear men knew __Before their words could tell; Fear of Indra, Baal, Zeus, or Thor, Fear that the quaking wretch longs for __Gods strong enough to quell. Spring Song The sun cuts winter’s freeze, Kisses a balmy breeze That rustles still-bare trees __Where songbirds trill. Through clumps of melting snows The wine-hued crocus grows Along the bright primrose __And daffodil. The drab world that has been Is flush again with green And bursts with hues unseen __Since autumn’s wane. The slumbering world woke, My love, now shed your cloak— The time our love first spoke __Is here again! Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana, with his wife, Ivana, and their children, and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. In addition to the Society’s publications, his poems and prose works have appeared in The Chained Muse Review, Indiana Voice Journal, and other literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Trending now: 2 Responses Leo Zoutewelle May 3, 2020 Wonderful poetry, Adam. I am particularly impressed with the storm poem. Reply Joseph S. Salemi May 3, 2020 All three are fine work. But might I suggest a change in the fourth quatrain of “Spring Snow”? The line “To dissolve soon there” doesn’t quite fit the meter, and could easily be fixed if “soon” were replaced by “quickly.” Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Leo Zoutewelle May 3, 2020 Wonderful poetry, Adam. I am particularly impressed with the storm poem. Reply
Joseph S. Salemi May 3, 2020 All three are fine work. But might I suggest a change in the fourth quatrain of “Spring Snow”? The line “To dissolve soon there” doesn’t quite fit the meter, and could easily be fixed if “soon” were replaced by “quickly.” Reply