Pascal Borg Poet Rhyme

Nature's Child

Three seasons in the making:
patiently knitting, weaving, cultivating.
From light of day through darkest night
I worked away without respite.

I washed it gently with soft spring shower,
then dried it in the summer hour.
When the coat was a perfect fit,
with autumn shades I coloured it.

But when winter chills closer drew
you lost it to the first wind that blew.
	Decidedly Deciduous!
You ungrateful child, you.

                                                  (7th placement in Rob Carmack's Screwed XXII Contest)

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

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

Rob Carmack August 1, 2026 at 6:17 AM The child ungrateful, but this host is grateful for this entry. Congrats. Pascal Borg August 2, 2026 at 12:56 PM Thank you Rob for providing the platform to express our poetry and for taking the time to judge the submissions.

Alison A Smith July 1, 2026 at 3:03 AM Such is the tale of many with young ones. It takes a long time until they learn to look after things. They have no idea of the pain stress and worry we go through to give them good things. Then they leave them on the bus, in the woods they dont realise how much it hurts. Pascal Borg July 3, 2026 at 11:06 AM I agree with your comment, Alison. Also with your opinions over what may be considered as a true poem/poet. Keep writing, I love reading your poems.