Rhapsody of the Seasons

Winter winds sting
  to home and hearth we cling
Spring's colorful blooms
  fill the air with perfume

Summer winds delight
  love on a kite
Falling leaves weave a ballet
  to long nights they give way
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Novak Avatar
December 4, 2021 at 8:01 AM
. . .love on a kite. I love this! Good write!
Wolf Avatar
December 4, 2021 at 5:27 PM
You can string this one up on the X-mas tree, Laurie. Thank you for the visit and the nice comment. Season's best, Gershon
Romios Avatar
December 1, 2021 at 11:00 AM
I like..love on a kite....so whimsical PR
Wolf Avatar
December 1, 2021 at 5:28 PM
I confess: I kind of 'borrowed' this from Frank Sinatra's song, 'The Summer Wind.' (1966). :)
Krutsinger Avatar
November 30, 2021 at 8:57 PM
I love the way you have honored all of the seasons my friend.
Wolf Avatar
November 30, 2021 at 9:18 PM
Only one season omitted -- Construction!
Baker Avatar
November 30, 2021 at 2:52 PM
Nice Couplet poet Gershon. All the seasons have their reasons. Bill
Wolf Avatar
December 1, 2021 at 5:31 PM
I like your rhyming comment, Bill: Seasons with reasons. Very nice!
Sands Avatar
November 30, 2021 at 12:22 PM
Beautifully written. I enjoyed this Gershon :)
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 30, 2021 at 11:41 AM
Hello Gershon, That is a lovely Rahpsody. Enjoy your day my friend.
Hankins Avatar
November 30, 2021 at 10:23 AM
Ah, this is a nice one, gw.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 30, 2021 at 8:31 AM
The scent of Spring!
Wolf Avatar
December 1, 2021 at 5:40 PM
My sense of scent, worth a cent
George Avatar
November 29, 2021 at 8:13 PM
This is lovely...! Spot on Gershon ! Here too the winter though in name sake, the cold winds sting!
Wolf Avatar
December 1, 2021 at 5:35 PM
Really. You have cold winds over there too? I thought it was all just dipping in the Ganges River year-round. ~ Western Know-Nothing
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