Seasons & Poems
FOUR SEASONS & POEMS
 Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn
Poems


Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;

And clouds their storms discharge upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups overflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze with harmony divine...

 


Hush, Can you hear it?
The rustling in the grass,
Bringing you the welcome news
Winter's day is past.
Soft, Can you feel it?
The warm caressing breeze,
Telling you the sticky buds
Are bursting on the trees.
Look, Can you see them?
The primrose in the lane
Now you must believe it,
Spring is here again.





Then without a sound, 
The sun starts to sink down.
So she heads inside, satisfied, until the next time.
But her spirit is just too wild and decides to wait awhile,
So it stays outside and watches the sun, 
Waiting for what is to come.


A few leaves stay for a while on the trees
After their color begins to turn,
And no other leaves seem as gold as these
Not even the ones our bonfires burn
With golden flames in piles on the ground.
A few leaves stay so long that I found
The one last leaf on a tree in the snow,
And when a galloping wind came round,
The edge of our house and started to blow...

WINTER IS IN MY HEART: MOST NEGLECTED YET STILL BEAUTIFUL AND PURE SEASON

For so many winter is cold and depressed times of the year. However, it is my favorite season as it brings a wistful feeling along. The sun sets early each day, white and bright snow covers the ground like a blanket and brightens long and dark night. Winter to me is hot cider, warmth of a beloved friend's hug, and most importantly time for hard work, evaluation of the past year's resolutions, establishing new ideas under the light of past knowledge. It is a promise land whose fruits is to be harvested next year.... This winter is even more special for me. I cheer coming winter in Budapest, my new and very much loved home...
Here is two reasons among many others for you to love winter and a beautiful song from my favorite German singer, Felix Meyer :



Being able to see sun rising every morning

In the dead of winter, the sun doesn't rise until at least seven. Everyone is awaken by then, and the first thing they see is a gorgeous pastel explosion: a sky-sized swirl of reds, pinks and yellows that makes them awed to the point of tears to be living on such an impossibly beautiful planet.


The first snow of the year

Magistrates, funeral directors, brain surgeons, at the first glimpse of snow, they'll all yelp with delight, mash their faces against the nearest window and wonder what they're getting for Christmas. Yet, not only gifts of the Christmas but also when the first snowflake hits the ground, everything transforms. Trains seize up. Everybody gets a day off, even if they work from home. It gives us all almost a magical start to New Year.