- By Eleanor Aspen
Sestina of Seasons
Looking upwards at the clear summer sky
I see all the trees have green leaves
The same color as the grass on the ground.
The sun shines its magnificent daylight
All over the blue, devoid of any stars,
And everyone knows the moon is asleep.
As the moon sneaks out a crescent, I am asleep,
Sadly missing the subtle light in the sky
That is cast down by the heat of the stars,
Giving a slight white glint to the leaves
On the trees that slumber in the moonlight,
Casting obscure shadows on the ground.
The autumn wind blows acorns across the ground
And into the feet of people half asleep
In their sweaters. Cloud distributed light
Falls from the sun and into the sky
Just as the trees shed their orange leaves.
The yellow light highlights the lack of blue stars
Until the moon rises and I can see the stars
With the brilliant blue they cast on the dying ground.
Dying elegantly, though not as much as the leaves
That everyone sees, because it is too nice to be asleep
During the cold, dark abyss of the sky
Clearly shown above us by the starlight.
The cold snow around me reflects the light
Of winter, whiter than any night star
As it continues to fall from the sky.
Soon the powder covers the entire ground
While I decide I would rather be asleep
During the cold season that abandons trees without leaves.
But the full moon high at nighttime leaves
Snow on the earth glittering with its light
And I no longer wish I were asleep
As I glance down upon the earthly stars
That are littering the snow on the ground,
But hardly noticed at all in the sky.
The spring deposits blossoms on the ground instead of leaves,
Rain replacing any light that may be in the sky
As Schrödinger’s stars lull us all into gentle sleep.
Eleanor Aspen is a poet based in the Southern United States. In addition to writing, she enjoys travelling and usually finds inspiration abroad. She spends a lot of her free time reading Baudelaire and drinking copious amounts of tea.