Seasons
by John Bowers
Spring time is coming here
Winter time concludes a tranquil year
Summer time shows off under the sun
Fall time engulfs the childhood fun
Rain is crying for her rewards
Snow displays its white awards
Heat is on the move this day
Cold catches the attention of the strays
Blizzards blind the senses of the intellect
Hail storms swear at the weary elect
Day light hinges around the free
Darkness enslaves the host's chee
One day there is proactive love
Another day—a higher emotion above
volume 11(6)
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John Bowers, all rights reserved.
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