A Poets Season

Everyone has their time of year.

Campers love the summer

With it’s warm temperatures

And clear blue sky

Letting them relax, easy by.

Farmers love the fall

When everything is ripe and ready

The harvest has made it’s bounty

And the fair comes to the county.

Skiers and skaters love the winter

When lakes are frozen solid

And snow covers every walk and way

Making it a perfect place to play.

Yet Spring is for the poets.

For this is when colors explode

Love and life begins to blossom

Filling our hearts with blessed words

So that joy will not be forgotten.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Everything has a time and a season :) x

[Wolfwind]

That it does! Thanks for reading it... it was kinda short. I almost didn't post it because it was so small. lol

[Lily Mae]

Size does not matter it how you use the words lol

[Wolfwind]

Are you sure about that? hmmm... What if one uses to much up filling small ink and someone needs big ink in a hurry and the ink is spent! ;)

[Lily Mae]

In my world there is no shortage of ink lmao

[Wolfwind]

Oh that's right... I forgot that on your world , you have the inkdrops that can be harvested and squeezed to create any color of ink you want! =)

[Lily Mae]

Hello.. it's about time you got it..xo

[Wolfwind]

Well... i'm not perfect ya know... just gots myself a high level of inktellegence in my nogg'n. ;)