Seasons

by Deana   Oct 1, 2006


The heat of the summer, gone without a word
The fall is here in crimson and gold
Sitting close to the fire
But can`t shake the cold

Leaves fallen from the trees long ago
So many days a dismal gray
Watching sad eyed children play

It will be a cold winter,all the signs are there
Maybe I`ll build a snowman
Some cold December day
Then I`ll stand shivering
As he slowly fades away

But then there`s always hope
Maybe the spring will return
I can turn my face to the gentle rain
And wash away this seasons pain.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Nick who Plays Pool

    5/5 your sensational :) I wanted to use that word and it was a good time to use it :D

  • 17 years ago

    by The Poetic Child

    Love ure rhymes
    love your words
    love your morale in the story
    everything was awesome
    Great job
    really
    5/5
    ~MF~

  • 17 years ago

    by Todd

    Well, reading the poem, reading the comments, I seem to dissagree with some of the comments. I adore the piece, but I guess sometimes as a reader we choose to read what we will in a piece. For me this is simple, it's elegant. I don't find in it many metaphors, just reflection. Writing is for everyone different things I guess. Sometimes it's just a red wheelbarrow. Kudos

  • 17 years ago

    by BlueDreams

    Deana dear, i've nothing to comment with this poem, absolutely beautiful penned, perfect written! simply beautiful done!

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