Seasons to the DeadA Poem by Victoria ScottThis poem was written at a rather depressing point in winter...and the fact that one of my relatives died so that was mainly inspired by both.The heavy snowdrifts pile high Like a blanket under the sky Here I listen and here I lie And here let I a sorrowful sigh. I watch it all; the seasons change I know them all by name Yet I with mournful longing range The summer’s evening; sunset’s tame. Like a dream the leaves fall Fluttering down like flightless birds Letting out there final call Wanting peace to come to all. The flower’s reopen beaming in light To them it’s new and strange and bright The birds leave their Northern nests And leave for South’s longing flight. © 2011 Victoria Scott |
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1 Review Added on February 25, 2011 Last Updated on June 21, 2011 AuthorVictoria ScottSioux Falls, SDAbout"All right... I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool--that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool." -Great Gatsby more..Writing
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