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.
Great poem about the seasons,
Great poem about the seasons, and a great start at postpoems!
Starward
Nice Line
"...when all the snow is gone..." I love poetry about seasons and this is a fine one. Welcome to PostPoems - allets -
Spring
Liked this,
its really endlessly if you think about it