Seasons
I shiver in the cold spring night
Delicate buds on my fingertips
Desperate for morning's light
Daffodils dance at my roots
As the fresh spring sunshine
Beckons my timid shoots
As leaves begin to sprout
They warm my weathered bark
Now that Spring is out
I shelter children playing below
From the hot summer sun
As I stretch and I grow
Bees buzz in jovial June
Gardeners milling around me
As they pamper and prune
The days slowly diminish
Children's laughter fades
Now Summer's due to finish
And soon the biting frost
Will nip away at my blanket
Until my leave's are lost
Eventually I'm naked again
Stood on a red carpet
Sodden in the rain
Until snow lulls me to sleep
I will awake on a warmer day
From my slumber deep
Comments
Love you classically style of writing
I like how you've used the one tree about which to write of the different seasons. Lovely poem
Tina x
This is exactly what poetry should be! you have described nature in the most beautiful way and with such excellent imagery that the reader experiences your experience of nature- lovely work and well deserving of a nomination! Thank you for sharing this will us.
Lodigiana xxx
Thank you very much for your kind comment 😊 x
*With* oops xxx
Beautiful poem this is :)
Thank you Michael. Much appreciated x
You are very welcome.
Great poem Jayne and definitely a worthy nomination for poem of the month. Good luck - Syd xo