Seasons

Seasons
Seasons come and
they go; Changing every
few months or so.   First is Spring, with
new life abounding   like a new baby
waking up, with everything to
look to.   Next is Summer,   all
greens with brilliant
shots of colors
Autumn

Drying
leaves of golden
and orange. A color blaze
Last is Winter with white snowing
flakes and sleeping nature, quieting all
A soft blanket covering all
blemishes. Seasons change
They come and go
Seasons

Author notes

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RICTAMETER • next in list

A contest entry

September Equinox - for Poetic Bandits Group Only by CitrineSunrise. 1750 points, ended October 4, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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CitrineSunrise
October 4

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I love form poetry and find the richameter to be quite a challenge. I liked the way you included a little about each season and were able to maintain a strict syllable structure. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
mcheadle
September 30
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Cleaver way you wrote your work
Beauty in all you said- good job...mac
Haiku-bless-you
September 30

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Very creative use of the Rictameter form for this contest, well done dear sister. I like how you have tracked throught the four seasons and highighted some features of each. Well Done! Write on!

Brother dennis