Write a poem or short scene about the changing of seasons.
Whether you're going for a literal or metaphorical meaning, consider the different structures of writing which could suit your message.
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.
Cricket’s wings and
Accenting the tall
One could rarely make
The passing into
Most days; it took years of
Feeling the ground shift
Through the soles
Of your boots before
One could even get an inkling
Of what was coming.
Today, in the heart of evening,
I felt a hot wind
It touched every branch,
The crisp breeze shaking
The snow-crested trees
The green leaves swaying
With the tall trees
No clouds in sight
Hot as heck
Coat the sidewalk
With each leaf that falls
I make a wish
It will come true
Each season is beautiful in its own way
Just like people
110 degrees where I live.
Trees don’t change where I live.
Not cold, no snow where I live.
The mosquitos come back where I live.
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.
At the beginning of time,
my father was reading to me from a big book.
Book of animals,
Now and then it gets dark in the book.
Like when the little girl
walks into the dark woods
And floaty eyes begin to glowwww……
No no Daddy, skip skip!
Read the part about the party again,
I only want to hear about all species,
real or imaginary,
having a dance party,
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