Spring Sun-Life-Flows-Spring-
The Spring sun beams down
life begins anew,
snow melts all around
the sky, a beautiful blue.
Birds go through the sky
music gently flows,
I watch as they fly
wind carries them to and fro.
I take in the sight
nature at its best,
the sun is so bright
Spring sun, never takes a rest.
I don't hear a sound
the sky's not so blue,
dark clouds float so high
the wind is crisp, as it blows,
still watch the birds, as they fight
stealing from each other's nests.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.22/2013
I call this one a CynJon. It's named after me. I started counting syllables and didn't find anything that matched up with what I had for poetry styles. So, I figured, why not create my own style of poetry again.
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