Seasonal Masquerade Ball

For the Creative Poetry Group.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mother Nature sends out invitations to a seasonal party. Leaverage is opened for

Spring, Summer, Autumn and winter. Each

season embellish themselves in their unique nature.

 

Spring dresses with blossoming flowers. Butterflies and bees lactant onto the colorful bouquet. Grass rich and green becomes a silken carpet. The tranquillity

breeze sends a delicious fragrant dancing about. Spring smiles as acquisitive nature's

banquet unfolds.

 

The sun's solar rays lighten up the summer.

Spring's rebirth becomes haggard and withered from the sultry heat. Dark brown patches quilt the grass. Birds haffle in exhausted despair. Summer cries in nostalgia for a more beautiful attire.

 

A sigh of relief echos the world. Autumn's fresh breath cools to a replenishing touch.

Leaves unzip into a fashionable shade. Magic

implodes the earth as Autumn takes a bow.

 

Winter bursts free with shivery blast.

Crystal clear icicle hang from roof tops. Snow falls like fairy dust. Silence freezes in the crisp artic air. Mother Nature and her bachelry sip macchiato as the seasonal masquerade proceeds.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think! Words are in the tag box we had to use!

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem makes me long for spring to be here with the warmer weather and the beautiful colors of the flowers blooming. You have created stunning imagery. I love to help my mom with her flower garden in the summer. It is rewarding and nice to feel the sunshine on your face and dirt on your fingers.

[BlueDreams]

A very Strong piece of write ..Amazed by it :-)

[Cassie Fraga]

aaaawww... seasonal bliss... describing each one with such beauty... nice write!!

[WhiteWillow]

You give each seaon life, unique in their own way. A different poem, well written!

[Lina Grey]

Great use of imagery and personification! I like the way you described the four seasons as if they were different individuals and different versions of one individual at the same time. You've penned a wonderfully inspiring poem.
Being the spelling freak I am, I noticed that you wrote "ice sickle" instead of "icicle". Did you do that intentionally? It adds an unusual but not unwanted sort of flair, as a "sickle" is a curved, typically thought to be deadly, weapon, while the stanza seems to be presenting winter as a gentle season. Although it pairs well with th use of "apprehension".
All in all, I really liked this poem. Thank you.