Winter creeps in, silently
Frosts the very air we breathe
Long cold nights and shortened day
Viewed in icy shades of gray.
Bright green jackets on the trees
Flowers bud, the peepers sing
All's renewed in warmth of Spring
Skies of blue, all colors bright
Lucky we, for just a while,
to feel the heat of Summer’s smile
Embraces earth in sweet caress
Carries on her ancient rite
Of changing colors in our sight.
© Copyright Ginny Brannan 2010
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| Internet image "Four Seasons" artist Alphonse Mucha |
This is a beautiful interpretation of the four seasons. I like the form you chose to represent the cyclic changes, and your words relate well to the images. Thank you for sharing on Real Toads.
ReplyDeleteThis is very lovely, and your verses bring the seasons around nicely. An enjoyable read. Great to see you at Real Toads!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Ginny. I could feel the seasons as your words carried me though them.
ReplyDeleteAnd the bright green jackets? Marvelous imagery.
Beautiful words, which help the reader re-experience the pleasures of each season.
ReplyDeleteLove your seasons poems..the rhyme is delightful. To be honest I suck at rhyme..lol So nice to see you at Real Toads
ReplyDeleteYou wrote beautifully about what I know well ... living in a location with four seasons is the BEST!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ginny for your seasonal take on the challenge!
ReplyDeleteThis is so smooth in its presentation, very good! The rhyme is such a gentle perfect touch for this!
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