Rod E Kok
October 12, 2018
Winter’s hoarfrost weighs heavy on barren limbs
branches bend, the burden is almost too great
to handle. Without help, the future is grim.
Summer’s sun brings solace. Trees will celebrate,
flowers open up; color graces the land.
Warmth builds hope; optimistic faith it creates.
Winters love. Cold and harsh; can any withstand?
Spring and Autumn both appease and afflict.
Summer’s kiss ignites a passion. Love is grand!
More winter than autumn, myself I convict
More summer than spring, it was me that you picked.
Love the way you weave season and sentiment so seamlessly here. Thanks for sharing!ReplyDelete
The analogy of seasons makes this a wonderful read.ReplyDelete
That is a beauty, Rod! Beautifully woven expressions.ReplyDelete
you're definitely back in the poetry groove.ReplyDelete
I love the seasonal imagery.ReplyDelete