Rains gently birth,
washed into crisp greens
and warm breaths
that gently sweep upon
rustic colors ...
falling slowly
before the final icy hands of death.
Author notes
The cycle of nature, from spring's rebirth to the dying moments of winter.
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A contest entry
- 25 words~ Nature, by misticmoonlite.
300 points, ended October 1, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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brilliant!
I absolutely loved this, and the cadence was really fluid. Awesome job!!!!! -
This is oh so true and very rich in thought. Congrats on your shiny gold with this wonderful entry.
Love & Hugs
Vickie
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great you area great writer -
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Thank you, appreciate it.
Storm
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oh how true
nature takes its coarse and distributes it where she feels its need, thank you for this sweet entry to my contest, good luck
Linda
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Beautiful as always!
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