Seasons
Buds bloom, the birds sing,
Sunny days, warm nights herald—
the coming of Spring.
Dry and dusty heat,
Sweltering minds, tempers rise—
Summer oft is not a treat.
Red and gold leaves swirl,
Time for bountiful harvests—
Mellow is autumn.
Icy winds, downy flake
Nature dons a coat of white—
Rests as Winter passes.
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Poem a Week Challenge
PoetryHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems. We wi...
