The split in all seasons.

The split in all seasons.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Her love was evergreen,
well, that’s what I thought.
Upon her autumn love
which fell from great heights,
she hibernated.
I never saw her again...
until summer on a beach,
I spotted her lying bare.
I wondered who
she would drop this
autumn season...
in her golds and browns,
she was so seasonal.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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The girls of summer with tanned legs and bleached blond hair, what's not to appreciate. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Girls of summer nice! Thank you Fabian.
personalized she is a beauty for all seasons , even when she is stripped bare ..


Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much Stella.
This sounds like a lady who has a new lover with each season and whether he knew it or not he’d be dropped before Halloween lol I liked this write and the comparison of it to the seasons and their change

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you Poetic beauty. Yes a new lover indeed for the new seasons.
Poetic Beauty

1 Year Ago

It was written very creatively
You 're turning nature into a live person... both living creatures, a tree and a person...and a nice metaphor, perhaps your muse... hibernates in winter, but so do we, in a way....and then when autumn appears we flock to the hills and fields to see the array of golden colors...fall from the trees...Nice!
Warmly, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Betty for a lovely review.
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

You’re very welcome Andrew
Warmly, B

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Added on September 27, 2020
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