Written: April 2nd, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its time, and April instills a feeling of freshness so sublime. By Poet"
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The wildflowers now bear the base lay,
Delicate petals dance in a gentle sway.
Soft pink, rosy yellow, and a dawn hue,
Daisy petals mirror tiny steps in a queue.
Bees and feathered creatures soar in the sky,
Wafting in between, along a lush garden awry.
Emerald with pink cyclamens and a sour hint,
By the sweet aroma of cherry blossom tint.
Spring grace, so close, I yelled what a season?
Categories:
cyclamens, analogy, spring,
Form: Rhyme
So whimsical was that fine summer’s day,
Radiant one moment and dull the next.
So tenacious was that fine summer’s day,
The day spanned long, and the night watched, perplexed.
O here comes July, the height of summer,
Cicadas sing and young pink daisies dance.
Alas, cyclamens blossom and summer
Grows dumber; the sky’s tears fall in a trance.
Erelong, ere we know it, August creeps in,
A chill seeps through and the cold comes drifting.
Like a storm, a tempest, August sweeps in,
Summer packs up – wait, where are you going?
The summer meant naught to last, however,
The season turns; nothing lasts forever.
Categories:
cyclamens, analogy, youth,
Form: Sonnet