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Seasons

There are seasons in the sorrows Morrow's foretaste of rhythm Seeding frost bitten sentiment In breathless grace Au courant of prescience break Hastily deliquesce by ardor laze Bequeathed in blooms A blushing spring on thirsty banks Until suns and moons Give rite to sleet The life that was Once more shall sleep

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Thomas Wells

Date: 6/28/2020 12:37:00 AM

I am so impressed by the emotional power you skillfully convey in this poem. Every word here is so important, providing textures and layers of meaning. Thank you again Andreanna.

James Inman

Date: 6/17/2020 11:03:00 PM

Well, it has been a pure pleasure reading your poems tonight, each one well written. Your words are precise and elevated, and, if I may use your own phrase, your au courant use of language leaves your writing current and understandable, unlike some writers who still live in the days of old English (not meant as a slight to those writers, just an observation). As for this poem, it's adorable. Good night, it's time to turn my fan on and try to sleep.

Andreanna Escamilla
Date: 6/21/2020 10:23:00 PM

Thank you James for your kind words. I am no expert in archaic writing, but I love how many of the words sound. I like to mix things up. Kind of like Spanglish.