People say that life is short

12 months

52 weeks

365 days

That’s a year

But a year of what?

You can live but not be living

You can fly but still touch the ground

You can scream but not make any sound

So this year, is it really a year?

If I’m sitting on the ground

Crying like the rain as I walk away from you

But then again

Who are you?

I don’t know

So why am I crying?

I don’t know you

I don’t lo...

Whispers of spring breathe life anew,

Buds unfurling, a vibrant hue.

Cherry blossoms dance, a soft pink cascade,

Nature's canvas, in floral hues arrayed.

A symphony of scents fills the air, so sweet,

As winter's slumber retreats in defeat.

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Beneath the sun's golden, gleaming gaze,

Fields of gold sway in a heatwave's haze.

Children's laughter mingles with ocean tides,

In the lush abundance, li...

Spring was the beginning when she saw her again-

Summer was the peace she fought to regain-

Fall was the fear knowing what be-

Winter was her death when Persephone’s with me....

On the days nearing May Eve,

Marigolds were strewn on window ledges.

Rowan branches placed above doors,

And byre spread on houses edges.

Milk was left out for the fairies

As an offering of sorts,

So they wouldn’t steal their children

Or mess with them for sport.

And on the peak of the spring,

Whilst the fairies reveled ‘round,

You could almost hear their music,

As an otherworldly sound.

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Winter

Snow sparkles

Snowflakes fall

The crisp breeze shaking

The snow-crested trees

Spring

Flowers bloom

Grass grows

The green leaves swaying

With the tall trees

Summer

Sun’s warmth

No clouds in sight

Hot as heck

Staying inside

Fall

Red leaves

Coat the sidewalk

With each leaf that falls

I make a wish

And maybe

It will come true

Each season is beautiful in its own way

Just like people

The di...

Summer.

Ew.

110 degrees where I live.

Fall.

Ok.

Trees don’t change where I live.

Winter.

Ack.

Not cold, no snow where I live.

Spring.

No.

The mosquitos come back where I live.

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Haha. The weather of living in the desert. 🌵🐺 AZ forever! 🌵🐺...

Start of summer, you were mine,

Laid in grass with hands intwined.

Kisses stolen in the night,

Then came solemn long goodbyes.

Start of fall, your were gone,

Wrote to you my favorite song.

Felt the chords and something wrong.

Wishing you could sing along.

Start of winter, long embrace.

Loved me bare and kissed my face.

Fought and played an endless chase.

No goodbyes in partings grace.

Start of ...

Snow is great when you are small

You celebrate the end of fall

For powdered lawns and icy roads

That blessed news that school is closed

Don your hat and knitted gloves

That puffy coat your mother loves

To adventure in the wonderland

Of flakes of white like frozen sand

Snow angels and tight-packed walls

Make a man from rolled-up balls

Catch a snowflake on your tongue

Forgetting that your t...

In my backyard

I have a tree

It watches the seasons

Like you watch tv

The same four episodes

Over and over

As winter frost parts

For the new spring clover

Summer heat calms

For the windy fall

Year after year

It watches them all

Glued to the ground

Stuck in one place

It cannot even

Turn its own face

But maybe the tree

Looks at landscape changing

A forest of friends

Turns to vast field...

The seasons change, as time moves on,

Each one bringing a different dawn.

From the warmth of spring's gentle embrace,

To the vibrant colors of autumn's grace.

Spring arrives with blossoms and blooms,

A symbol of hope, dispelling gloom.

New life emerges, as nature awakes,

Bringing promises that it never forsakes.

Summer follows, with skies so bright,

Days filled with warmth and endless light.

The...