NATURES CONFUSION

Poem

Days go by as memories live on,

Flowers die then start anew,

Do they remember the last petal fall?

When the sun beckons them through,

Or do they get confused?

As the winter looms then closes the door,

To the sun trying to cheer up the gloom.

As the winds and rain rustle up their plume,

Fragile heads look up and stretch for room,

Hoping sunrays will not be hidden in nature’s game,

As trust in the seasons are taken away.

While birds are not sure when to emigrate away,

Hoping that it’s not too late as nature continues to play,

Summer clothing is not put away,

It might be needed in the winter’s bright days,

Gone too quickly I think we all blinked,

As winter has come upon us all too quick,

Jumpers still needed in the summer,

Boots are worn whatever season cometh,

I think the universe clock is needed to be fixed,

So that we can be sure nature’s timetable is correct.

Reviews

[WhimsicalMind]

The words flow beautifully! Good job! :)

[Michael X]

a natural tempest or wanderlust of the seasons, beautiful job, the imagery spills onto the page with a sense of flow and connection, lovely work.