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Changing Seasons.

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The sun peeps through the Autumn trees,
the leaves float to the ground.
Browning, drying, Summer dieing,
they drift without a sound.

Discarded on a Winter breeze,
that chills us to the bone.
In contrast to the peeping sun,
And all that Spring has grown.

We wrap up warm to fight the cold,
as flu and colds begin.
For now it’s time for Winter’s hold,
as aches and pains set in.

Underfoot, an icy patch,
Reminds our waking mind,
How fragile, we as mortal men,
Can be to Winter’s bind.

To dark, so cold, so weak and meek,
a slave to season’s cast.
So wet and drained, we look ahead,
to when the Winter’s passed.

Bring on Springtime, Summer’s sun,
Warm my soul inside.
I sit before the fireplace,
so cold by warmth denied.

I rub my hands, my fingers numb,
I’m chilled unto the bone.
So now comes Christmas shopping time,
back to the cold we’re thrown.

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  • Heva Feva
    October 7

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    This is so cool! I really like this bit:
    "Discarded on a Winter breeze,
    that chills us to the bone.
    In contrast to the peeping sun,
    And all that Spring has grown."

    One thing I would change... Perhaps you could seperate it into stanzas.
    Congratulations! You're a finalist!


    Thank you so much for entering my contest, I love your poem! Good luck...
    -heva

    • Tis done...
      Something I've been meaning to do for a while...
      Take care
      Fritz..........


  • tawk gold member
    January 27

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    Wow I loved this! I am too ready for the cold and snow to go away and for Spring to appear. Your words flowed effortlessly across the page such vivid imagery. Thanks for sharing your talent with me, hugs Theresa


  • Draig aine gold member
    January 19
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    beatiful

    enchanting write, very " light"


  • sarajaneUK
    September 20, 2008

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    I really liked this one, it certainly made me smile at the end. You have a great rhyme scheme going here too, your words are delicate, like mankind itself. Great stuff. sj


  • sora.
    September 13, 2008
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    we are, indeed, fragile creatures.
    beautiful.
    good work + good luck!
    =]


  • Shujaat A Rahi
    July 22, 2008

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    While reading this beautiful piece, I felt as if I were in an environment full of lyricism. I heard the cataracts singing, the breeze blowing, the birds chirping. The natural flow of the poem is extremely impressive and amazing. The images are so vivid, so beautifully tangible:
    'I rub my hands, my fingers numb, I'm chilled unto the bone.' Splendid!

    Rahi


  • PastelMoons gold member
    March 7, 2008

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    I love this
    the imagery is so picturesque
    like a video in my head-
    I saw.
    Love this!
    ~Pastel


  • FunnelWaxFate
    November 9, 2007

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    oh, marvelous write! This is truly masterful. The dismal dreariness of it is most effective. Very insightful. I particularly liked the lines, “We wrap up warm to fight the cold, as flu and colds begin.
    For now it’s time for Winter’s hold, as aches and pains set in.
    Underfoot, an icy patch, Reminds our waking mind,
    How fragile, we as mortal men, Can be to Winter’s bind.” So very true. It definitely is relatable to all those in climes of harsh winters; this poem really reminds me of those times rather vividly. Written very expertly, this write is grasping and portrayed with excellent imagery, tone, and emotion. It really captures that human spirit as well as the fragility and sort of victimization felt in those cold and bitter times; that depression and hostility felt due to the restrictions winter brings; that caged feeling, and that longing for spring and summer, to feel capable again, to feel invincible and agile, free, instead of crumpled and near crippled by the hardships of winter. Very thought provoking, very well done!


  • RedwingSpirit silver member
    November 5, 2007
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    really great poem i wish you the best of luck in the contest

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