A Poem In Rhyme
I love Winter for her falling snow,
and all the filigree flakes that blow;
and the icy streams that flow.
Oh, Spring is always a new beginning,
and I dance with blooms grinning;
while all round me Spring is spinning.
Summer, oh such a sublime break,
I am so happy each day I wake;
and in nature I must partake.
Then, Autumn your colors are too divine,
but, sadly your gowns will fall in time;
as I am dreaming a poem in rhyme.
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January 26, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/A Poem in Rhyme
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1324-068-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Jan 26)Contest 905
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/27/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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