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Below is the poem entitled Seasons which was written by poet
Timperley. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Seasons come, then they go
Vivaldi's Four the way doth show.
Spring forth new life,
Summer warm in the sun
Autumn leaves the trees all bare,
Winter snows to cool the air.
© Dave Timperley 2012