SEASONS Paging through the Book of life, memories, Reprints of moments, Seasons repeated so Often, winter, spring, Summer and autumn. The heat mounts Again, night air, Heavy with moisture, Stillness, as I Wait and wait. It was spring, we Met and parted, Race against time With the innocence Of a childs dream. Now the dreams surge From somewhere deep Below. Like water bubbles Struggling upward, rapidly Swaying from side To side. The spring departs And the birds migrate To higher mountains.
Tariq Masoud's Questions:
1. Are the meanings of last stenza clear to the reader?
2. Does the poem effectively describe the impact of seasons on the mood?