Seasons Play
Birds sing as buds spring
The farmer's field is thriving green!
Sunny summer I'm flying high
As flowers flirt with butterflies!
Crackle, crackle dry and crisp
Sounds of autumn at my feet!
Hazy lazy frosty day
You chilled my bones in February!
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Nice
Nice play on words. Looking forward to reading more of your poems. Keep it up!
Just playing...
Thanks for reading my piece, I've been away for long now I'm back...
clairejane
clairejane!
hey buddy, I haven't seen you around for ages-but now you're back! love this write of yours, there's a real joyful feel to it. missed you! :D ♥
Jewel
Yes. I am back... Glad to read something from you.
I will be reading yours too.
claire
Nice work
You've used some very good poetic devices in this one. The alliteration and rhythm is perfect for the first two couplets, except for the "I'm" in line three. It seems to disrupt the rhythm and I don't think it's necessary. The last four lines I thought you were changing from couplets to an abab scheme, but was disappointed in the absence of a rhyme at the end. In the sixth line I might switch 'at' for 'down'. Again, the last line is disappointing, because it doesn't give a proper finish to such a wonderful write.
TRYeager
thanks for reading and the comments... i am checkng them.
claire
Love this clairejane
All neat and tidy in an adorable little package. And I love how this sounds!
I can just imagine the pictures in my mind!
I love this one!
xoxo
Linda
Thanks Linda
Really felt glad reading comments from you.
Claire