Nature weaves her magic
In colours red and gold
Bright against a pale blue
sky, white clouds scuttle by.
Barren trees shadow a slate
gray sky, whipped by gale
force winds.
Green shoots peek out
from frozen ground, to
start all over again.
A contest entry
- #7 Prompt by katzeyez.
700 points, ended November 3, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yes what a beautiful tapestry of nature you have evoked with your words.Love uit!
Thank you and good luck.
Katz xx -
Nice, Nemmy, the seasons passing, noted by colours. Good luckin the contest.
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Great imagery, poet! Good luck in the contest.
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