Seasons
Winter
Snowflakes are quiet
heaped everywhere in silence.
White noise never heard.
Spring
Green shoots through topsoil:
the opening troupe in Spring’s
parade of color.
Summer
Burning sand on feet
welcomes shoeless visitors.
Cooled in bracing sea.
Autumn
Mountaintops exhibit
fire in the valleys below
through treetops’ flaunting.
- Author: MendedFences27 ( Offline)
- Published: May 1st, 2022 19:33
- Category: Nature
- Views: 32
Comments3
indeed, four of the very finest .. each one needs more air time and to be noticed for what they are .. I hope many will now follow in the wake I purposefully leave behind ..
Neville
Thank you, Neville. Just my perception of the seasons at the time I wrote this. Constantly changing
as are the seasons and life.
Good words and descriptions of the seasons MF.
Andy
Thank you, Andy. Always a great topic for poetry.
'Winter
Snowflakes are quiet
heaped everywhere in silence.
White noise never heard.'..
that's so elegantly worded
just a wonderful read
thank you, dear Poet
Thanks LB. There have been winter's here that were just the opposite, very noisy and dangerous.
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