Seasons Of CreationA Poem by Coll SilvermoonMy cycleI am the winter my cold flame is small but my heart grows warmer as the days go by Cold and alone I feel so small but as time goes on my art will be seen I am the spring The buds of creation bloom around me I begin to grow The leaves pop out as day and night dance in a tango, never to end I am the summer my art is in full bloom shown to the world my colors of life The existence of pleasure fills my hallowed halls as I begin to create even more inspiring creations I am the fall as nature winds down the world slows and cools ready to sleep once more Cover me Oh, Earth Mother for I am chilled and need your blanket As the cycle ends and begins anew I am reminded of the Seasons of Creation© 2014 Coll SilvermoonAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on January 23, 2014 Last Updated on January 23, 2014 Tags: Seasons, art, creation, poetry, Coll Silvermoon AuthorColl SilvermoonDallas, TXAboutI am an aspiring poet. I have enjoyed poetry for as long as I can remember. It was my favorite part of English / Literature in High School. I write what I feel into words, I also write about my env.. more..Writing
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