Counting spiders on a cobweb
on the forty third of June
I swam inside a raindrop
that circled round the moon.
Snowflakes chasing butterflies
catching colds instead
went skiing on a sunbeam
that wandered through my head.
Autumn poems stared
as they tumbled from the trees
swirling through a circumstance
that vanished on the breeze.
I think I died this morning
now there’s a funny thing
I’m on offer as a download
just click on me in spring.
Author notes
It can be about any genre of your choice
A journey through seasons.
A contest entry
- True imagery.. by angelli803.
725 points, ended January 25, 10 entries
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