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.
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The presentation of your poem is lovely, I enjoyed the colour spectrum portrayed and the words also.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
I grow tired of the cold, I can't wait for spring to get here.
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.
For taking a moment to look, and to comment.
Nice! The decision made on the quality of each season is exquisitely fine. - Lady A
I wish we could hibernate like bears do. I would love to Rip Van Winkle thru winter. Too cold & too quiet. :)
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. :)