The lady of darkness,
For only in darkness did she move.
Changing what ever she could.
Especially anything that moved.
Changing things from day to day.
I bet you never knew.
When flowers bloomed,
Others withered away.
The colors changed in the seasons.
From pretty, bright, bold, and gray.
Never did she tarry or stay.
Changing as she went her way.
Wait till the season move around.
Once again spring is on her way.
Oh now don't tarry, she has left for the day.
Snow will give you something to think about.
Spring and summer has had their day.
The colors in the mountains
Enjoy them while you may.
Almost time for them to slip away.
A contest entry
- Fall Harvest/ Fall Celebrations by Little Blue Bird.
1000 points, ended November 1, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very Pretty
Thank you for entering the contest and good luck.
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Lovely Poem
This was a pleasure to read dear friend. Yes the seasons change and the colors fade. But with you as a friend there is always that Big Yellow Sun you send to everyone with your sweet friendship. I love your poem. Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed the last verse! Take care,
Bless You,
Sandy
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Nicely written mac. You got all the seasons in this one. It's true seasons do change from day to day. Good luck in the contest.
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