Seasons of Nature - V

by JLR

Seasons of Nature

V

As I cast my gaze out the cabin window
my body gives off a natural shudder,
at the scene of the overnight transition.

Near to the warmth of my abode
even the marsh grasses seem to
bow down to the arrival of Kheimon,
my least favored of the handmaidens
of the seasons, who brings
hoary winter shivers to the land.

My mind is not yet prepared,
to yield my grasp of Phthinoporon,
the goddess of autumn,
where I can still envision Her holding
a basket of fruits harvested,
over and again,
across the valley floor.

When I look at the reflection
mirroring the craggy sentinels
of the changing meadow,
my heart yearns to feel
the radiant beams of sunrays
which sustained the goddess Theros,
as She claimed dominion over
those who labored in the summertime,
tilling the corn and grains,
preparing for harvest.

However, as harsh as Kheimon can be,
in the coming long dark days of winter,
when the grip of death
causes the fruits of the land to die,
my soul rebounds!

For I have learned that Eiar comes again.
Bringing, once again, life to that which dies.
My heartbeat strengthens with this,
knowing there will be the coming of Spring,
where in a short space of time,
Eiar will be seen crowned with flowers,
holding either a kid or a sheep,
and having near to her a budding flower.

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As lifetime fan of Greek Gods. I have developed this tribute to the Greek handmaidens of the Seasons, Nonnus in his Dionysiaca mentions a distinct set of four Horae, the daughters of Helios.
Name Personified
Eiar Spring
Theros Summer
Phthinoporon Autumn
Kheimon Winter

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