Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

Whistling Winds and Tangerine Smells of Home

The Scent of summer on my skin 
golden hues of remembrances
The rushing river moves quietly 
into the hours of the day 
Autumn steams by in fired shades 
amber oranges yellows and red 
The whistling winds subside 
and I feel winter's chide 
January shivers homsie brews 
rainy days that end with snow 
Wet leaves cling to the pavement 
tangerine smells of home

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Vijay Pandit November 16, 2023 at 5:50 AM Splendid walk through the season. Beautiful poetry, Vienna.

Victor Buhagiar November 16, 2023 at 2:14 AM I love the smell of tangerines. They grow all over the world according to season. Blessings.

Silent One November 15, 2023 at 11:55 PM Tangerine smells, would that be Italy? OR where you live at the moment? Your poem is full of imagery my friend..

Bill Baker November 15, 2023 at 5:55 PM The imagery in this one was eloquent, Vie. I came sense the smell of tangerines. I really like that smell. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us, my friend. Have a great week! Bill Mystic Rose Rose November 15, 2023 at 6:58 PM Glad you enjoyed the emotion of the changing seasons Bill :)

Daniel Turner November 15, 2023 at 5:01 PM Very nice Rose. It all goes way too fast. Hoping you and yours are well and Happy Holidays:) Mystic Rose Rose November 15, 2023 at 5:06 PM Yes it does dear poet friend, thank you for stopping by

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