In a Perfect Storm:
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like White Wolf.
She who shall hold love's heart,
Its beauty, its essence, its spark.
Be it Summer, Autumn, Winter or Spring,
She who beholds all of this doth bring.
The rain when it's dry to make Earth sing,
She can be seen as the Goddess amongst other things,
In a perfect storm, her dress is worn,
Though in all her seasons she does never mourn.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment