Ever Changing Landscape
©copyright 2004 Bonita M Quesinberry
I recall nineteen years ago,
when I drove into Washington to live.
It seemed so magical to me:
a place of beauty and people who give.
Each season changes its landscape:
spring bringing a profusion of delight;
roddies of ev'ry size and shade;
tame or wild, they are ev'rywhere in sight.
Summer air is sweet and salty,
ringing with buoy bells and plaintiff gulls;
her sunrises painting shores pink,
and sunsets that charm souls, my spirit lulled.
Soon, fall brings awesome harvest moons,
sometimes resting atop islands, it seems;
then, clouds sneak in with their myst'ries
of mournful foghorns, hazy lights and dreams.
Ah, but winter has the magic
of white velvet, sparkling with precious gems:
a fairyland of gentle hush,
burrowed creatures, and children all a grin.
In a list
A contest entry
- Only Rhymes #3 Nature Lovers by januaryrain.
1000 points, ended March 8, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Look about you! It is God in everything you behold on this earth.
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HOODWINK
Awwww.... A really awesome poem! I do especially love nature poems and this one is a BEAUTY!
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You have done well to bring out the beauty and wonders of the seasons and earth's varied landscape. There is nice imagery here that conqures up wonderful memories and moods. A very nice piece here. Bravo.
AsIThink...
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Sounds like a beautiful place to be.
Soon, fall brings awesome harvest moons,
sometimes resting atop islands, it seems
This I would really like to see.
Beautiful poem
Thank you for your entry.
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Yes, that is Washington alright and the beach always makes the feelings well up in me. I love winters here for the oppurtunity to come to life inside and do creative things. Bravo.
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Lovely.
The graphic reminds me of the type painting that one artist taught each week. The wording to it makes the piece work out well.
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