Spring comes softly to the land
The first spring flowers are close at hand
The rain falls down and soaks the earth
All around, you see new birth
Summer's sun like a furnace blast
Bakes the earth and kills the grass
The crops grow lush awaiting fall
The summer corn grows green and tall
Then Fall blows in with stiff cool wind
The leaves float to the ground again
Across the lands your fortune waits
Can the weather reveal your fate
Then Winter's cold arctic blast
Piles on ice and snow so fast
The air turns cold, the skies turn dark
This time of year, the landscape's stark
All the seasons warm my heart
With the changes, I can not part
Everything grows towards the sky
The seasons change and then things die
Of earths great gifts, there is no limit
God's creatures are shy and timid
No way can I count the reasons
For being thankful for all seasons
Author notes
Please be kind. This is the first poem I have ever written, so if I stepped on all the rules, please forgive me.
This is my first attempt at poetry. Does it work?
Comments
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Yes Trish, it works. Your feelings about the seasons comes through well. The rhyme, rhythm and flow is good and easy to read, as it should be, and your word choices make for an enjoyable read.
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Very Nice
you are very talented keep up the good work it all flowed Wonderfully
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