Great poem about the four seasons simulating the four seasons of our lifetime.
I've never liked Winter, except to play snowball fights when I was younger, now I just hate the coldness it brings. My children love the snow though. They would even lie down on it.
Each season has its own unique beauty. When winter gives us a blanket of snow, it might be monochrome, but it's a stark beauty, especially a wet snow that clings to branches of trees, as well plants and other things. A blanket of snow can transform a landscape into a magical scene. A winter wonderland.
The seasons can tell us so much, and to each of us something different, as you have done in this poem. I too have written many times about the seasons, each time a little different according to my mood of the moment. Nice work.
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I've never liked Winter, except to play snowball fights when I was younger, now I just hate the coldness it brings. My children love the snow though. They would even lie down on it.
Sandie
Ron
Love ya!
Jane