The Canadian Authors 2018 National Capital Writing Contest had a gala, May 8, at the Auditorium, Ottawa Public Library – Short Story and Poetry Awards. My poem “The Seasons” was a finalist in the Poetry category. It received an Honourable Mention. The first time I had entered any of my poems. I will be sure to scribble something for 2019.
The Seasons Ian Prattis
Winter’s swift warning
lay quiet and mantled on trees
formerly vibrant with autumn’s life.
The shapes of summer submerged
in grotesque beauty as bitter cold sets in
freezing fingers of ungloved hands.
In the rhythm of seasons,
the old ones in their late season
notice and nod, calmly carrying on
in their private wisdom.
Birds driven by winter’s warning
fluff their feathers and dance in the cold,
tapping on windows their insistence for the old man
to nail the feeder to the sugar maple
reserved for their winter joy by the farmhouse window.
So soon have summer’s fruits given way
to this stretch of nature’s dominion.
A long wait until man and land renews
in springtime’s burst.
Nature’s cycle, its rhythm undeterred
etches seeds of decay, silence and renewal with an unseen hand
that speaks to us
should we care to listen to that voice.