Open Poetry #11 |
from four seasons |
ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
from four seasons winter's day blurs the night with its coldly freeze and its blending grays and its voiceless snow spring's day bares the babes with its peekly greens and its blooming lays and its deathless grow summer's day frees the kids with its sunly screens and its swimming ways and its boisterous glow autumn's day paints the woods with its brushly clean and its freshening rays and its drabless flow my day feels them all with my boldly scenes and my scribbling plays and my thoughtless know i come from four seasons m.a. miller 11.10.00 |