White Wolf Poet Rhyme

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In a Perfect Storm:

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.

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Lisa Ricci March 31, 2017 at 6:08 AM Good Morning White Wolf. This is poetically sound and aligned. Your words are marvelously placed and executed. There is much imagery here. All the seasons never mourn. This is beautiful in every way. Honestly. White Wolf March 31, 2017 at 6:14 AM Thank you for your gracious words, Lisa! And good morning to you /|\

Dave Timperley March 22, 2017 at 5:21 AM She is perfect, she is Nature which no man can destroy. Great write Sir. God Bless. D. White Wolf March 22, 2017 at 5:27 AM 50 B.C. Never does nature say one thing, and wisdom another! Thank you for dropping by, Dave. /|\

Wendy Rycroft February 11, 2017 at 4:31 PM A perfect poem x Wolf White Wolf February 11, 2017 at 6:49 PM Thank you, Wendy /|\

Wendy Rycroft January 26, 2017 at 3:09 PM Great words from a true poet x

Probir Gupta January 18, 2017 at 7:26 AM Beautifully chosen word-flowers to greet the seasons ...

Darren White January 18, 2017 at 6:06 AM That is cool, refreshing and quite deep my friend... It reads like a riddle, which I like. I spread my arms and let it rain without crying.

Connie Marcum Wong January 18, 2017 at 3:23 AM A superb monorhyme White Wolf! I love poetry concerning the seasons. : ) 7 White Wolf January 18, 2017 at 3:34 AM Thank you very much for your kind words, Connie! /|\