Weather or Not

Ah, another month 
seasons change
winter swindles in
fall lingers in the end
whistles in coming wind
carries mother earth's
sandy dirt wit dew pushes
through to meet you
signaling flowers to bud
lucky studs true blossoms
soon shall spring tangles
a rainy tune
May tulips grooms
Sunday's summer rays
sugar plums and acorns
harvest sweetness ripe timing.

Reviews

[Taino]

I love reading your poems! The imagery is so flowing that I can feel the seasons as they pass. That is truly a gift.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

I try to show much in my writings and thanks for the kind reviews

[emmajoy]

You have a sing-song air running through this, plus words that knock at the mind and invite the reader in - beautiful, happy, just want people want this time of year. Thank you.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Once again I'm thanking you E J for your kind review and reading of my poetry

[emmajoy]

Always a pleasure to read what you lay before me and others.. truly. Smiling and waving in your direction.

[R.E. Ray]

Roxane, this poem surprised me. When I read the title, I expected something similar to what I'd write about the "weather" (i.e., something much darker). I was pleasantly surprised, and I so admire the hope and optimism in your poem. Every season ends and another begins, bringing hope. Nicely done!

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Thanks Rob Ray for stop'n and kindly reading of my poetry