The Seasons
Spring arrived with warmer
days
And newness everywhere.
Fruit trees were donning
springtime dress,
The apple, plum and pear.
Spring got just nicely
settled in
When Summer moved her on.
Summer brought the sun in
hotter mode
To assure that Spring was
gone.
Fall toppled Summer from her
throne
With her strong winds cold
and brash.
Summer packed her bags and
waved goodbye,
Cold winds give her a rash.
Winter had waited patiently
For the others to have their
due.
With winter games and
holidays,
She made a statement too.
Joyce I. Johnson lives in the
beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents
her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the
tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 98th
birthday in July of 2016.
Dear Joyce,
ReplyDeleteThank you for "The Seasons." Even though much about seasonal changes precedes your poem, it is a distinct pleasure to read yet a new take on this timeless subject. Your rhyme-scheme is delightful.
Cheers!
Michael
I like the rich imagery and the musicality conveyed through the lines of this lovely poem!
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