In Season
Rain is falling on my garden;
See buds peeping from the ground?
Sunlight, falling on my garden,
Dressed it in a gorgeous gown.
Leaves are falling on my garden;
See them softly fluttering down?
Snow is falling on my garden;
Great white flakes of snowy down.
Love is falling on my garden
As the seasons turn around.
Beautiful imagery to portray a lovely fall garden. Thanks.
Excellent poem. The surprising last two lines make it really superb.
The great purity of natural beauty, in this naturally beautiful poem. Wonderful.
I love the repetition with variation in your poem, which not only gives us the timeframe of the seasons but gives a sense of the rhythm of time passing. And I might add, it reconciles us to the seasonal change, which brings foul weather, ages us, distances us from past delights. But your poem embraces the wholeness of things and gave me an appreciation of that wholeness as I read it. And I like the progression of the various things falling into your garden, culminating with LOVE, an appropriate closure to the poem.
Though this poem deals with the natural beauty, the last two lines are the real poetic lines.I like this poem, , , excellent penning! !
Thoroughly enjoyed this poem, I'm a gardener myself. I feel the longing to be in the soil, churning, planting seeds, tending to them as they grow. Your poem makes me feel like there is beauty year round, no matter what the season. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great expression of many seasons offering beauty to one's eyes. Love results with each season. Very nice!