FOUR SEASONS....

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Oct 01, 2017

"Dark winter days, gently the snowflakes falling,
oh, those ice cold nights, I hear the the coal fire calling.
Soon the clocks go forward, a new season looming,
golden daffodils in flower, springtime is now blooming.
As the warm days grow longer, at last summer is here,
with the suns rays getting stronger, it's sunburn we now fear,
slowly green leaves do fade, and gently fall at our feet,
as autumn creeps in, natures cycle is now complete."

 

Tags: Happy, Rhyme, Inspirational, Imagery, Wishful,

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D'Vina Dietrich commented on Oct 01, 2017 at 7:48pm
Love the imagery.
Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 01, 2017 at 10:42pm
Beautiful Frank, our winter is like your summer so you shouldn't worry about sunburn, daylight saving began yesterday for us, it's bright at 5am so doesn't bother me, farmers hate it though...cheers!
Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 02, 2017 at 9:47am
Haha...your right about our summers Cecilia....but every ten years I might get sunburn....hahaha....but I really love our four seasons....all my love to lovely Australia....from my Liverpool xx...
Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 02, 2017 at 9:51am
Thank you D'Vina....Liverpool loves ya'll over there in Texas!....
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 02, 2017 at 6:16pm
Well written .And now Autumn is upon us.Nice one Frank.
Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 04, 2017 at 6:11pm
Thanks Chris....I really do love the autumn...
Julia Shaw commented on Jan 14, 2020 at 9:16pm
A beautiful rhyming poem of the seasons. I can feel each as it passes through.
Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 19, 2020 at 4:29pm
Thank you Julia....and a happy new year to you and your loved ones....✌🏻

 

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