Four Seasons
Four Seasons
Spring, The King of seasons to bring
leaves glowing, glistening, glittering,
blushing blooming buds, cheery chirping birds.
Cooing dove making love with care and regards.
My forgotten past is whispering.
Summer shows grammar of heat getting warm and warmer.
Sowing seasonal seeds to harvest, busy is farmer.
Sharp scorching Sun dazzles shiny
Sometimes stormy days go rainy. .
My forgotten past starts to murmur.
Autumn! Trees always feel glad to welcome.
Leaves tend to fall as Fall has come.
Plants are eager to get rid of
drooped dry dying leaves shedding off,
Pricking reminiscence, I wish to overcome.
Winter is entering slowly shyly aftermath,
with cool and cooler temperature on frosty path.
Cold climate is getting composed in snowy effort.
Chilled weather claims woolen comfort.
My forgotten past is seeking a little warmth.
04/06/16
Third Place
Seasons Poetry Contest by Shadow Hamilton
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Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016
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