As the snow begins to melt,
water drips from the trees.
Winter time is over,
and now comes spring.
So put away the ice-skates,
and bring out the fishing rods,
as a butterfly flies,
across our backyard,
to meet me at our pond.
After hours of fishing,
I'll throw them on the grill.
You can make the pies,
and warm them,
on the window sill.
We'll have fun together,
as we talk, laugh, and kiss.
As I look at you,
I know on this earth,
it does not get better than this.
At night we'll watch the stars,
from our back porch swing.
We'll sit together,
and hold hands,
and smell the beautiful spring.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2022 21:22
- Comment from author about the poem: I actually got the idea for the name of this poem from the classical piece by Vivaldi called, 'Four Seasons'. That is the only classical music that I like. Also, I don't really like eating fish. - Persistence is key
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Comments3
I absolutely love this my husband, I don't know what I would do without you Dion Phillips Crown,my Forever
Good write D.
This poem is so cute! So pure, and sweet 🙂
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