A sad song
Spring sprung fresh and new
How I am in love with you
That scent of longing
Now summer’s balmy breath
Teases with her fecundity
With those warm kisses
Blow, blow autumn winds
And mark the passing of time
As those sad leaves fall
And now we must part
Winter beckons with icy breath
And I say farewell
Nice poem. It's still warm here, especially compared to last year where we got an early autumn. But summer doesn't seem to want to quit this year. It's already in the 40's in upstate New York. Probably going to be a early winter there. : )
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Beautiful verse on not only the seasons of the year, but the seasons of our lives as well! When we were young we couldn't wait for them to pass, now that I am older time seems to be flying by too quickly. Thank you, Robin, this was a lovely contribution for Two Shoes Tuesday.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, O.G. It flows smoothly and suggest a toss-up between wanting to linger or being "can't wait" for the next.
ReplyDeleteI love to think I'm doing Autumn but it will be a short winter unless I divide by four and admit to Winter. My cronies, the ones still alive, all think they are in Autumn also. People are funny that way I think.
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Well written... very nice imagery. I am with Josie it makes me think of the seasons of life really...
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