Seasons

by Bill Turner   Apr 24, 2008


Rolling thunder echoing in my head
Blue fire lighting up the sky
Battling to chase winter away
The seasons fighting for survival
All four each an eternal rival

Old man winter is on the run
Bolts of lightning crashing at his heal
Leaves, buds and blooms laughing in his wake
As the sea of grey and doom
Turns to green and bloom

The golden orange burning bright
Touching the faces of plants and trees
Bringing to life bulbs and grass
Helping to awaken both young and old
As life moves forward, ever bold

Summer is just around the corner
Waiting to push spring out the door
Scorching all it touches along the way
As fall lurks in the shadows of change
Winter right behind it blowing across the range

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  • 16 years ago

    by VioletViolence

    I like your poetry :)

  • 16 years ago

    by Elapsed

    This was such a breath taking read!! The word usage panted such a wonderful yet violent image.

    "Rolling thunder echoing in my head
    Blue fire lighting up the sky
    Battling to chase winter away
    The seasons fighting for survival
    All four each an eternal rival"

    Was totally gob smacked with the depth of description within this stanza and found myself drawn in from here! Fantastic!!

  • 16 years ago

    by Lu

    Bill
    Wow you have created some amazing imagery with the stroke of your pen, my friend.

    Old man winter is on the run
    Bolts of lightning crashing at his heal
    Leaves, buds and blooms laughing in his wake
    As the sea of grey and doom
    Turns to green and bloom
    ^^^
    Awesome!

    Great to see you back writing again ... and really great to see you back.
    ~Hugs~
    Sis

  • 16 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Excellent work...What a beautiful picture you have painted before us...

    "Rolling thunder echoing in my head
    Blue fire lighting up the sky
    Battling to chase winter away
    The seasons fighting for survival
    All four each an eternal rival"

    "Old man winter is on the run
    Bolts of lightning crashing at his heal
    Leaves, buds and blooms laughing in his wake
    As the sea of grey and doom
    Turns to green and bloom"

    ^^ loved these stanza... perfect imagery...perfect description.. so wonderfully you have captured the beauty of different seasons...
    really great job..

  • 16 years ago

    by Cindy

    Bill
    What an awesome nature piece you have penned. Such vivid imagery and word choices.

    Old man winter is on the run
    Bolts of lightning crashing at his heal
    Leaves, buds and blooms laughing in his wake
    As the sea of grey and doom
    Turns to green and bloom

    I loved this stanza. The images I see in my mind of the lightimg chasing the winter away,
    Excellent job my friend.
    ((Hugs))
    Cindy

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