Come, Come Sweet Seasons
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I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.
Over the meadows wild the north winds fly-
making all the small white daisies tremble,
Summer is knocking- Spring I say goodbye;
I do enjoy hot steamy days blissful,
and bright red roses hanging so graceful;
and butterflies in my garden jungle.
All the trees lay down their emerald gowns-
there is a great whirling of gold and red,
all the Fall leaves are now crinkled browns;
migrating birds fly high with their wings spread,
and rain is falling on my garden dead;
and Winter is coming soon- that I dread.
How pretty the first filigree snowflakes,
soon, I will be making Christmas fruitcakes!
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January 20, 2018
Poetry/Sonnet/Come, Come Sweet Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9850-01-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Urban Sonnet
sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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