I've seen the seasons come and go
smelled perfume of spring felt cold of snow
listened to nightingales sing
ripples in a pond form ring after ring
risen from my knees
kissed by mother nature's breeze
blanketed by velvet night
browned by sun's summer might
torn by gales in the fall
spread my seeds and leaves over all
left my clothes on my chair
snow's of age in my hair
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sorenbarrett (
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I am told it's a sign of the blessed, to have white hair.
If you count old age a blessing this may be true. White and thin. Thanks so much for the review and kind words.
The longer the fruits on the vine the sweeter the meat!
Truly beautiful, your imagery and rhyme, sorrenbarret my hairs turning white too, in metaphor for now but white it's going. ❤️ A stunning walk through your seasons Sir. 🌹
Most kind or you Teddy, I so appreciate your read and comments.
What a beautiful picture you've painted on my head....I am grateful
Thank you so much Alan for the read and most kind comment it is appreciated.
This is a wonderful poem, yes, we are in the "perfume of spring" right now and looking forward to summer. Lovely rhyming words...Christina
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