Seasons

Spring

Born from the primordial waters 
clashing together in the morning 
the Earth finally opens its mouth to sing
good morning with the blue jay


Summer 

Raised by the warmth coated by Sun's fire at noon
youthful aspirations flare and itch for novelty 
as the Earth's trees open its arms to climb
to the see what peaks above the skies

Autumn 

Living through varies shades of colors carried by the wind 
pushing you, challenging you so there is value in the evening
the Earth paints the walls of its home
with more than itself in mind 


Winter

Resting bones whistle when looking back at the hands 
striking the bells at the midnight hour,
as the Earth settles into the moonlight's glow,
dreaming of what is after when all the snow is gone.

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S74rw4rd's picture

Great poem about the seasons,

Great poem about the seasons, and a great start at postpoems!


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allets's picture

Nice Line

"...when all the snow is gone..." I love poetry about seasons and this is a fine one. Welcome to PostPoems - allets -

 


 

 

yoda's picture

Spring

Liked this,

 

its really endlessly if you think about it