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.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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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