I wrote this a few years ago for a writing group I belonged to.
Seasons
Spring buds pushing towards the light.
Flowers in full bloom, their brightness gleaming.
Golden leaves drifting in the wind.
Snow covered branches observing the skies.
Flowers in full bloom, their brightness gleaming.
Butterflies soaring through the air.
Snow covered branches observing the skies.
For a glimpse of sunlight through the clouds.
Butterflies soaring through the air.
Colourful petals scan the heavens.
For a glimpse of creation through the clouds.
So they can create a new world.
Geese fly south, to a warmer climate.
Golden leaves drifting in the wind.
A blanket of snow covers the branches.
Spring buds pushing towards the light.
time to pick
and wounds lick
scab and scar
and we know
another day and bloom
are not too far
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The repetition is a nice effect.
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Thank you . I’m not sure what type of poem it is, but it was a prompt written for a writing group/class I belonged to.
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Nor am I!
I must admit I did wonder about the butterflies followed quickly by winter, but I’ll grant you the poetic licence. 🙂
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Thank you.
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