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Another Winter
Another winter’s growing old.
__Another spring is coming.
Another hive, gripped by a branch,
__Will make its endless thrumming.
Another smile’s to soon emerge
__From pastel white primroses.
Another swallowtail will grace
__Our garden with her poses.
Another year for taking out
__The worn clothes from my closet.
Another chance to quarry gold
__Contained in life’s deposit.
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Shamik Banerjee is a poet from Assam, India, where he resides with his parents. His poems have been published by Sparks of Calliope, The Hypertexts, Snakeskin, Ink Sweat & Tears, Autumn Sky Daily, Ekstasis, among others. He received second place in the Southern Shakespeare Company Sonnet Contest, 2024.
Excellent poem with the transition from winter to spring and posing the prospect of the opportunity for us to make our own transition with the beautiful concept of quarrying gold from life’s deposits. Beautifully done.
Thank you for reading and leaving this beautiful comment, Mr. Peterson. God bless!
Dear Shamik,
As if the lovely images painted in the first two stanzas were not enough, the contrast between old clothes and redeeming life very well in the third is a striking charge for the reader.
My heart is full.
Thank you.
Gigi
Nothing can delight a poet more than the words “My heart is full.” I am touched. Thank you so much, Gigi.
What a lovely lyric this is! Its tone and diction remind me of Christina Rossetti.
I often think about quatrains of this sort, where the odd lines are tetrameter and the even lines are trimeter, and where only the even lines rhyme. They could easily be recast as heptameter rhyming couplets, but xBxB quatrains like this are for some reason more lovely and more graceful
That my poem’s tone and diction reminded you of Christina Rossetti is a huge compliment to me and a reason for motivation. Immensely grateful, as always, Mr. Salemi.
Lovely imagery, great use of repetition, and a poignant final two lines.
Thanks for the read, Shamik.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Mr. Freeman. I hope you’re keeping well.
Gentle and charming, Shamik, starting with potential sadness as winter grows old and departs, but such a magnificent image of hope in the final lines–for those willing to work at quarrying gifts from life. Most encouraging!
A terse summary of my poem! Thank you for always devoting your time and love towards our poems, Margaret. Grateful!
lovely pun: “another winter’s growing old…”
how tired we all are of winter , and how we
all look for the snowdrops soon to appear!!!
Absolutely, Linda! We’re always desiring the next happy time to arrive, and when it does, we begin to grow tired of it with the passage of time. Thank you for reading my piece and leaving your thoughts here. Take care!
true: humans are often wanters and are
never happy, this is sometimes referred
to as being materialistic, but it also refers
to people who are not happy with a garden
the way it is, or the shape of their eyebrows,
or the ties in their closets.