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Winds of Change

Along with a frigid steady rain a howling wind muscles in pushing and shoving crashing and tearing apart what was peaceful what was full of beauty full of life to a halt grasses go dormant tiger lilies and roses are veiled the skies are a little darker and the once mighty oak seems frail The changing of the seasons The changing of the guard days once soft and sensual are turning from soft to hard time will pass as so will this nature will run her course the robins will sing once more and in no time we'll be in for bliss

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/4/2015 1:58:00 PM

I LOVE that nature is circular. CAn you imagine a place where it was always light and summery all year?? DANG, I would prefer THAT one. hahaha. Nice one, Tim.

Robert Heemstra

Date: 10/4/2015 1:37:00 PM

I remember one year, I was in New Orleans for Halloween. I have lived up North most my life where Halloween was long sleeve weather, on that Halloween shorts and a tee-shirt. Great write!

Jaycee Cervenka

Date: 10/4/2015 12:22:00 PM

The one constant is that seasons change, sometimes quietly, and sometimes with a roar, but they always change.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 10/4/2015 9:18:00 AM

I do love Winter so much that I never beg for its end.. but I understand that in countries where temperatures are very low, they ll be yearning for Spring. The only winter I dislike, is the winter of life, but yes the flowers will bloom and birds sing again. I feel a sad emotion here.. and a hopeful one for joy . Love your poetry.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 10/4/2015 4:11:00 AM

Nature will run its course, Tim, and all will be well again. Hugs

Skat A

Date: 10/4/2015 12:31:00 AM

Beautiful and amazing...skat

Michael Tor

Date: 10/3/2015 10:47:00 PM

Ronald is experiencing spring Tim. Lets you and I and Jack get on fast Jet and have some margarita's on the flight land and have some more and then take some pictures of some kangaroo's go to Steve Irwin's animal sanctuary and watch Jack wrestle some gators and show off for the ladies. Let's go Tim by the way your poem was full of natures charm.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 10/3/2015 9:14:00 PM

beautiful!