Anna's poems

Trees

Trees are personified differently in their different seasons.

There’s some vivid poetic language in this poem, such as ‘scantily clad’ trees in Spring (cute!), and ‘flesh wrinkled with age and seasons.’ The personification theme works. Here’s a simple word choice thing – don’t you think ‘Autumn’ sounds more poetic than ‘Fall’? Also, perhaps it’s because I’m on my fourth day of a cold and my head feels packed with putty, but I’m having difficulty parsing your last stanza. I understand that trees give, not take (coolness?), but what frolicking beckoning beauties?

Love is a Season

Lovers are personified as seasons, beginning with bitter winter and ending with content winter.

Some good word choice in this one, winter and speaker as ‘unrelenting,’ man and spring ‘[sauntering] in like a breeze.’ Saunter I like especially, it’s very suggestive. I like how the whole thing comes full circle with that abrupt ending. A few of these stanzas begin to paint pictures of lovers and seasons, and I guess my biggest problem is that they only begin to do so. I guess most of all, I’d like to see this longer, the metaphors more fleshed out. Also, I do like the title, but it reminds me unwillingly of Rent.