posted November 30, 2012 02:28 PM
Just a lighthearted poem about the changing seasons.Changing Season
The colour orange,
has become the new black,
graces the pavements
adorns stark cul de sacs.
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crisp carpets of sunshine
under feet clad in layers
icy wind sears the flesh
face the elements ,one dares!
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for the flyers a haven
nestled high in the trees
like a coven of witches
cackles mingle with breeze.
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would one swap for a fortune
the spectacle of hues
the glow of hearth fires,
thawing fingers turned blue,
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to live like the brown bear
in oblivious slumber
to awake in the Springtime
a newborn, I wonder?
Barb