My Little Poems - Ponies with Metal

by Lectuiae

The Equestrian Year Part I

THE EQUESTRIAN YEAR
~ PART I ~
From Summer to Autumn

Serenity

'Twas beautiful day
Weather was prepared fair
In calm swansong

We had planned ahead
Meeting at picnic place
For these last moments

Perhaps last warmth, above us cloudless sky
August is done, with it those summer days

Gathered on the lake
For the last perfect day
Gather last memories
Cherish them in autumn

After those warming days
How I can't remember
Where the days passed so fast
Within moments

Had I done all I hoped for

Filled picnic baskets
Under apple trees
The waters are still warm
We can play games

Around us the verdant fields
By our old picnic place
We're together today
At this moment

Moment I'd wish to keep alive:

Serenity

Farewellwind

Bright blue sky, sunny day
We're upon the hill, feeling the gentle summer breeze
We've prepared our kites
To send farewells for the summer in the wind:

Fly for me, it is your time to shine
Set you free now to fly in the wind
Farewellwind, final summer breeze
I set my kite free

For so long summer lasted
The days of joy and adventures gone and left embraced
My own kite I had sewn
And my friends with me I had prepared for this moment:

Fly now free, send my message to the skies
Join the wind and soar in the air
Join your friends, dance in the farewellwind
The swansong we hear

Fluttering in wind, final summer breeze
Kites dance in the wind

With the wind are gone those summer days
Cloudy skies bring within the autumn
Farewell, wind, gentle summer breeze
We'll meet in a year

Wherever we'll be, we have bid them free
Farewells in the wind

For next I feel
Autumn wind
Gilded leaves

When the Autumn Leaves

The wind brings signs of colder mornings,
Prolonging dusk surpasses the light,
Gone are those days:
Summertime of warmth and laughing,
Summer's time to slumber now
(For) some time…

Reaped the harvest, filled the stocks,
Found the scarves and boots from loft,
Gathered firewood to keep our hearths lit and lively.

You can see how the time of green is gone:
Its course is old and fading, losing its vividness.
Months of winter holding near,
We are watching the autumn leaves
Glowing bright in their gilded colors.

Season of work after the summer growth:
Memories of the vivid days still in mind.
Season of change before the winter rest:
Painted world before the snow-white veil.

Bid your farewells to migrating friends,
Send your greetings with the birdsongs;
Final notes carried in the wind,
Their echoes left in emptying fields.

Can you help Nature prepare with Her task?
Remains of summer burden are weighing down Her back.
Months of winter holding near,
We are running when the autumn leaves
Will be set free to join their last breeze.

Fest and race set to bypass the woods,
Easing the trees take off their summer dress.
Their maiden flight in fading autumn's colors,
In thousand shades of change…

Through the freeing foliage the path leads
Across the woodlands: trail in the gilded rain.
I hasten and catch up my friends
When we run through the fall of the autumn leaves…

Gone the birds, sent farewells as they sing
Final lullaby for the summer's rest…
We passed through the course together
Watching the raining woods of the autumn leaves.