by Pete   Jul 21, 2005

Flowers grow, trees and shrubs blossom
Fresh air, new life is born
Spring is here.

The sun has it's hat on
ground starved of rain. Cracking.
It is most definately Summer.

Leaves fall from the trees
Reds, browns, oranges fill the skyline.
Autumn alone has this mix of colour.

Bitter cold, ice like winds.
White backdrop on a suburban street.
Only winter brings this empty feeling.


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  • 14 years ago

    by undying blusher

    Lovely...very nice flow...

    Thanks for the comments :)