Seasons and Pleasures
Winter’s strokes,
Not a pleasure for all folks,
The sun's blanket,
Unfit and frail,
The sun's sheets,
Threadbare and worn,
The days are sombre,
Gloom permeates the space,
The morning colour
Unfriendly and dampening,
Outdoor fun is on hold,
The curtains are drawn on it,
We long for sunshine days,
To watch our children play in the meadows,
To relish the beauty of our gardens,
To smile as we see the
flowers bud and shine,
We keep hope alive,
Nature sits on time and seasons.
They chauffeur her.
June 28, 2022,
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 5,
Mark Toney.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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