You still could tell

by Dagmar Wilson   Oct 12, 2017


Growing up
we still had four seasons
it was like clockwork,
we could tell when each came to an end.

Winter was fun
cold and long
the best part was,
snow on christmas.

Spring is here
birds arrived over night,
you can hear them sing.
Chemistry is in the air.

Summer was precious
wearing petticoats under flowery dresses,
spending time at the lake.

Here came fall
chasing after golden leaves
streetlights klicked on early,
not done playing hide and seek.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I love the way your poetry takes me gently by the hand and leads me through the seasons that I remember well from my childhood. It seems that nowadays the seasons are all mixed up never quite arriving when they should or lasting as long as they used to. A lovely nostalgic piece. Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by Mark

    Beautiful Dagmar, the flow and phrasing rolled into one another - like the seasons.

  • 1 week ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar

    Such a piece that resonates with me, it all seemed so different as a child...especially the long summer school holidays.
    A nice nostalgic poem
    Much love and warmth now!
    Michael x :)

  • 1 week ago

    by Free verse

    Beautiful, Dagmar.
    I love nature poems.
    Loved, the chemistry in the air.

  • 1 week ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    This is lovely Dagmar, and has given me a lovely nostalgic feeling about each season ... it all feels out of kilter now, but no doubt, the world is turning just as it should ... having its own universal seasons, as it has for millennia :-) x
    =^.^=

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