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Dance of the Seasons

When Spring is dancing
She swirls around in rain,
digs toes into damp earth
as new buds skyward strain.

And joyous, we bloom with her.

Summer takes the floor,
she bathes beneath warm sun.
Rays grazing soft bright skin,
as growing days lengthen.

Calm and serene, we tan with her.

Autumn comes on slow,
she swings her scythe with care.
Gath'ring this years yield as
moon rises full and fair.

Contented, we feast with her.

Then Winter steps up,
snow falling from dark hair.
Stiff legs growing white frost
as cold steals the night air.

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And we sleep, and we wait.
As the seasons shift and turn and change,
we grow and learn and dance with them.
Celebrating life.

Author notes

-written for a contest.
-Rainwalker a.k.a. Laura.
-picture provide by contest holder: bella-babie

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  • Wesley Storer
    June 19, 2008

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    Such talent for one so young

    Don't forget your sun block. I like one with aloe vera in it. I'm 63 years old. Believe me, you have a long time in which to become the world's greatest poet.


  • Mairi bheag gold member
    May 6, 2008
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    I like this very much. Congratulations on the little brown jug.


  • bluesquirrel silver member
    May 5, 2008

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    As I've said elsewhere, I love poems which create images, and this one certainly does. The last line, to my mind, is perfect, as it makes the poem taper off, rather than come to an abrupt end.


  • perfectsunset gold member
    April 30, 2008
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    This was such a beautiful write so full of imagery and greatly collaborated thoughts. I really enjoy the meaning and depth of this as well. Loved these lines

    "Then Winter steps up,
    snow falling from dark hair.
    Stiff legs growing white frost
    as cold steals the night air."

    Thanks for entering & best of luck


    • rainwalker
      April 30, 2008
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      Just a FYI I updated/changed the fourth stanza of this piece today (4/30) And thank you for the lovely comment!

      ^_^

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