Spring cloudburst meeting a cloudburst between trails’ ends: drenched! end flower burst meeting a flower burst between trails' paths, pollen-ized! end Summer squishing summer feet squishing green morning grass. end alit a light alit my life a beam, a bright beacon beckoned, a shining, shimmering star, a sun, shower, streaming. end Fall old bones A pile of dead trees; Decaying, white and brittle like a pile of old bones. end old shade A pile of dead leaves; Decaying, crisp, dried a mocking pile of summer's shade. end Winter freezing December, freezing the gray trail of a tall, billowing, smokestack. end icing trees, leaves, branches, covered, frosted, a white layer of icing. end © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long If you enjoyed these poems, find others like it here.
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