I close my eyes and see green
fields in April
before the ground is plowed
down to brown earth.
Yellow wheat stalks
will wave in August breezes.
But this is April,
and the fields are still green.
Author notes
this is the picture i used and is how I felt reading this poem community.webshots.com/photo/551455911/2803756700051178528aeHpnq
Written June 17th, 2006
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A very nice piece, using the description of color for the seasons. I like the mood here and the flow is very good. I would like to see a little more here, there is nothing that really stands out or strikes the reader about the poem, still a very pleasant read, thank you for sharing this with us.
~Laura
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Interesting interpretation of this picture, you took the colour and wrote about it, rather than fixing on the person and commenting on them. Liked this short verse and the images you have created with the words.


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