This is a poem that I wrote. Please let me know what you think. Seasons Kaleidoscoped Sky shows punishment with harsh ways of reason Mother teaches delicately, blossoming seasons of life The king of deserts and all forests; demands respect of his prides. Polar bears strive to cross drawn frozen tundra, cubs lagging behind. Winter colors Slushy banks freeze wet fur, chilling paws to the core for iced over meals Hollars packed in fir needles, while pine cones canopy the ebony darkness held within Blue spruce mixed in cedar, tossed with soft moss makes for a nice bed under canopies of shooting stars puffy clouds open nights horizon. Angel kisses swirl off heaven above falls Moose hoofing ice, flowing down babbling brook. Spring breaks White caps push over blue boulders, spawning fish swim past while shells of prey hide in crevasses of rocky walls A cotton mouth stalks a potential meal, Sly as he is, also being slack Loosing hands down to a hungry beaver. Mud and tracks most likely wolf packs Trumpeter swans are banks and ponds Touched with envy, Halos of pride shine brightly on earths crust Northern lights awakened to flocking geese protruding shards of color through skies Summer falls Danty petaled roses fighting butterflies, each needing approval of skies warmth. Breaking free, showing purple over pink, Queen of flies sprouts wings of steel Trees growing for gold in battles of color Flavor at roots end. Battles are won and lost, wars wager on till the end Theoretical shadows tinted orange, Short veins of kumqwat decent Waiting a long overdue drink Not an animal is seen nor heard Feeling static in fathers tensing rage Sensing danger while cradled to mothers core All settled down to a long frighting night Rolling thunder rumbled, Lightning cracked the dust Dragons breath lit mountainsides Flaming embers thrashed to and fro Venom from the bites, spreading to her core. Scorching heat with slivers of fear, Till evenings end, will rise with mornings dew. Thirsty from drying out, feeling as a prune Mother earth coughed and choked Smelled of dusty smoke Her children praise Jesus, theyre still alive Autumn breaks Days to come, Bears forage food, making fat and heavy coats Knowing nothing what comes in winter breaks Weeks of rain came then gone, Sweet grass and corn start to grow Herds of animals lift their heads Opening hearts for mothers nurturing milk Showing renewed glory of former self, with softening soul Father sky has finished punishing, No matter what reason it was for Content with his children, Loving mother for ever more Father falls asleep till winter begins.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 03:47:44 +0000
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