Seasons changeA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
Summer leaves
are mostly green. Fall rolls around killing many brown. How the seasons do their dances. We take no chances when it's wild! Not the season's style. Rough summers! Mild winters! Year round, those trees loose pounds. Sometimes autumn falls into winter's timing. The earth is out of bounds when wicked seasons go astray. Where is the rain man, weather man, or a new man to do the ancient rain dance? Put the seasons back in bounds.
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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