The Consummate Chiller
… and other cold cases revisited.
Spring rose to the occasion.
From beneath her restive roost
She gave birth to colours in abundance.
Laid down foundations, gave boost
to a new season of sun-filled days.
Summer, as much as he was able,
built upon Spring’s good intent.
With generous trimmings of silver and gold
he honoured her spirit, until content
with a harvest that even Demeter would praise.
Autumn - alas - took delight in death.
She was the sleeper, the sweeper
of better times. She was the tarnish
that garnished the grim faced reaper.
Autumn proved herself the serial killer.
Winter, with all her woeful ways,
came to the crime in creeping guise.
She took the fallen and buried them deep
beneath blankets of mournful cries.
So, proved herself the consummate chiller.
© Tim Grace, 8 December 2023
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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Comments (1)
Oooo, now I know why my favourite season is Autumn. Loved your poem!