Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, December 3, 2011
december
If Spring is a season of rebirth,
Summer a time of happiness,
And Autumn a time of abundance,
Then Winter is a season of reflection and memory.
Winter is a season of the mind.
In skeletal trees and frozen earth,
We visualize leaves, grass and flowers,
And remember birds and bright winged butterflies.
In Winter we recollect things we've lost and hope to find.
Winter concentrates the mind.
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