Many voices has a tree;
the groundhog’s own shadowy tone
overture to spring bud and meadowlark;
summer whittles initials
to words of love mingled in midnight breezes,
autumn rustles, plays clever tricks
green transforms to reds and gold,
today I listen to the most beautiful sound
ice chimes winter blows upon.
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest ....50 words or less by mysticstorm.
600 points, ended January 30, 2009, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very beautiful...I love the imagery, such a soft and wonderful journey...
Thank you for sharing!
mystic


