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

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Online Online)
  • Published: May 20th, 2024 04:56
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
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  • 2781

    I am told it's a sign of the blessed, to have white hair.

    • sorenbarrett

      If you count old age a blessing this may be true. White and thin. Thanks so much for the review and kind words.

      • 2781

        The longer the fruits on the vine the sweeter the meat!

      • Teddy.15

        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. 🌹

        • sorenbarrett

          Most kind or you Teddy, I so appreciate your read and comments.

        • Alan R

          What a beautiful picture you've painted on my head....I am grateful

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you so much Alan for the read and most kind comment it is appreciated.

          • Christina8

            This is a wonderful poem, yes, we are in the "perfume of spring" right now and looking forward to summer. Lovely rhyming words...Christina

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you so much for your visit and review of this piece. Your most kind comments are valued and appreciated.

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