These four poems were all part of a personal challenge. Describe each season without naming it. Make it poem stand on its own two feet. Have an over arching theme that each poem advances. The order is The First Day, Harrowed Light, The Gathering, Angels on the Front Lawn. See how I have done and then tell me what you think.
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Shifts in the shadows stir the quiet.
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Out of the colored dawn that gives way to the deeper hued day,
the heat comes, bone deep. NIghts steamy. Standing. Listening -
The Gathering
Once awakened, even the heat must pass. Wheat reaped, -
Leaves long ago paraded and marched into bags
to become side walk sentinels.
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