Seasons

I've seen the seasons come and go

smelled perfume of spring felt cold of snow

listened to nightingales sing

ripples in a pond form ring after ring

risen from my knees

kissed by mother nature's breeze

blanketed by velvet night

browned by sun's summer might

torn by gales in the fall

spread my seeds and leaves over all

left my clothes on my chair

snow's of age in my hair

Reviews

[nadia dmitri]

Such pretty word choice and rhyming, a great read as we move into summer!!!!!

[Soren]

Thanks for the read and most kind words they are deeply appreciated

[JD Major]

Rhythmic, Rhyming, a treat on the ear!
A poignant take on changing seasons :)
...Typo check: should "cloths" be "clothes"?
JD

[Soren]

Thank you so much. Yes that one got by me and the spell check. Appreciate the comment.

[John Sullivan]

It's spring in my part of the world, a time for gardens and flowers. Nice work, Soren.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the review of my poem your read and comment are most appreciated. Here it is fall although it feels like winter

[John Sullivan]

A time for blankets, sweaters, and a hot drink. Maybe a good book. All my best, Soren.