Connie Laurent

Mexico D.F., Mexico, USA

Teaching - and educating five children - has been my life-time occupation. For many years, I was Assistant Professor of English at the first American University in Mexico. Later, I prepared students for the Advanced Level English Literature Examinations of the University of London. Nowadays, I teach a Poetry Appreciation Course for adults. I am a Lifetime Member of the International Society of Poets, and my poems have been published in the National Library of Poetry. I cannot claim to be a poet, but I love writing poetry, it intensifies so many aspects of life and affords me such moments of quiet reflection!

The Seasons

Spring
This wooded path I found one day,
When the canopy above was tender green
With fragile, newborn leaves,
And the lustrous light a misty sheen
On the moist branches of the trees.
The rosy world each morn reborn
To the awakening miracle of spring,
With piping thrush and singing lark,
And hope reset in sweet refrain.
Summer
Along this wooded path I strolled one day,
When the canopy above was darkly green,
A luxuriant foliage spreading wide
With tight and glossy leaves,
And the filtered light gay dancing specks
On the branches of the trees.
The serene days of summertime:
Hot silence stung by honeyed bees,
And the cricket's chirp a trilling lullaby
In a world of iridescent sun.
Autumn
To this wooded path I came one day,
When the canopy above was russet brown,
A fragrant, scented crown
Of warm leaves touched by rays
Of the harvest time splendour of autumn days:
An effulgence of grandeur
When flaming gold sweeps sunset skies
A clarity of light at eventide,
As the fullness of the moon
Mantles the darkness of the night.
Winter
This wooded path beckoned me once more,
When the canopy above was silver white,
A pure chaste arch of solid snow
And the branches of the trees below,
Wavering phantoms in the shadowy light;
An eerie world of silent sound,
Life suspended, crystallized
Into a still and timeless peace.
The seasons turn
And drift away,
Upon the tide
Of yesterdays;
Then each flows back
Within its stream
And so the cycle starts again.