Seasons Letter

Letters will run to the flow of ink
when the pen of thought, takes time to think,
as I watch the feathers from angels lay
the fall of snow, on a winters day.

Words from paper spring to lips
from a clouding thought, a memory whips,
while words in silence are left unspoken
the buds of spring, in waiting open.

Words seemed endless line after line
did they take me back to a bygone time,
like a ray of sun that pierced the gloom
how your letters brought my summers bloom.

Letters now old, brown with age
words now shadows, as they begin to fade,
soon they will stand, like naked trees
then gone forever, like Autumns leaves.

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

very nicely put...I too have a pen of thought...as we all do

[Eternal Poet]

We do indeed, there is talent a many in this forum, thank you for your kind comment Dr Wood :)

[Tyler Jackson]

Wow Good Stuff Keep it up

[Eternal Poet]

Thank you Tyler :)