My first attempt at poetry online. Please give it a review. Many thanks! |
Light little puffs of fur decorates the Summer sky The air smells sweet of loving breath, Seeds of hope scattered in foreign winds, Spreading joy Floating, floating. The wind gently calls for a chilly time; When our feathered friends take flight. Promising return someday; when, The air is dewy warm, To sing songs of joy and hope. Scattered leaves danced in the wind Twirling their brown robes gracefully. Gliding, gliding. The flowing streams ceased; The grand lakes smoothen over to- A plane of glass. All the world falls into a Peaceful slumber. Little flakes, all of myriad patterns Gently covers the land in a blanket of- Powder white. Falling, falling. A morning comes when the sun Seems particularly warm. A little wind is spotted on; A cherry blossom branch. Resting its wings after a long journey; It burst out in song, telling tales Of enchantment and splendor; To all creatures who would kindly Awaken to listen; And to those who are already there. A light wind breezes through, A shower of petals sprinkled down, Its steps as light as a ballerina's; Shifting chiffon in the, Dawn sunlight. Drfting, drifting. |