Spring; a time to sing.
The rain anxiously melts.
Summer heat; lovely but violent,
brings Autumn's sadness.
Rememberance.
As Winter depresses with it's cold.
Where couragous sleep.
As the season's change,
to bring circular rebirth.
The presentation of your
The presentation of your poem is lovely, I enjoyed the colour spectrum portrayed and the words also.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you for your comment
I grow tired of the cold, I can't wait for spring to get here.
VISUALLY
VISUALLLY GOOD
Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.
Thank you
For taking a moment to look, and to comment.
"...circular rebirth..."
Nice! The decision made on the quality of each season is exquisitely fine. - Lady A
Thanks Stella
I wish we could hibernate like bears do. I would love to Rip Van Winkle thru winter. Too cold & too quiet. :)