When Seasons Collide

By Richard L. Provencher

Mon, 05 Sep 2022
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Winter gasped me

to its bosom

as butterfly flakes

(more like stars)

from an

overflowing

sky-

 

the suddenness

of it all

catching me

off guard

shoving Autumn aside

a firmness

for the moment

 

and making way

for the next

flavour

on the horizon.

 

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Enter the Meadow
Nature

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

What a blessing the circle of the seasons. We don't get complacent, and have to trust and pray and wait, but don't get stuck in the winter. (And all seasons have their beauty and variety!} Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Right on Rhiannon - we cannot ever be bored with such a plate of variety set before us.

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

Beautiful images in this one, you are fabulous at evoking the hugeness of the sky and the drama it can hold. Did you mean "gasped" ?

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Yes DH, rather than 'grasped' it in a selfish way, I wanted to continue to share the beauty of the occasion with a 'gasp' of awe & happiness. Writing is fun, Eh? Thank you for reading my story-poems. -Richard  

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