A
Poet hears the springtime rain,
beating down, on window pane.
To words he puts the pleasing sound,
words to please, rhythmic round.
A Poet feels the summer sun,
beating down, on everyone.
To words he puts the brilliant sight,
words to please, shining bright.
A Poet sees the autumn leaves,
falling down, among the trees.
To words he puts the colors’ glow,
words to please, awesome show.
A Poet touches the winter snow,
flaking down, the season's slow.
To words he puts the pulsing white,
words to please, blinding light.
beating down, on window pane.
To words he puts the pleasing sound,
words to please, rhythmic round.
A Poet feels the summer sun,
beating down, on everyone.
To words he puts the brilliant sight,
words to please, shining bright.
A Poet sees the autumn leaves,
falling down, among the trees.
To words he puts the colors’ glow,
words to please, awesome show.
A Poet touches the winter snow,
flaking down, the season's slow.
To words he puts the pulsing white,
words to please, blinding light.
A
Poet smells the springtime flowers,
growing
now, in April showers.
To
words he puts the bursting hues,
words
to please, greens, pinks and blues.
A
Poet swims the summer seas,
the
oceans’ motions, foaming ease.
To
words he puts the salty glory,
words
to please, marine-life story.
A
Poet sees the fall time passes,
back
to school, for lads and lasses.
To
words he puts the lessons learned,
words
to please, grades all earned.
A
Poet sees the winter’s fury,
blizzards
blowing, snowdrifts bury.
To
words he puts the land of white,
words
to please, even white at night.
© 2013 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤
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