Summer Poem by Brian Stafford

Summer

Rating: 5.0


As the wind gently blows,
the emerald leaves on the trees;
And the rain will continue to fall,
through the passages of time;
As will the sun gently bathe,
an abundance of flowers;
Mother nature’s splendours,
will brighten up the hours.


© 2015
Brian J Stafford

Sunday, March 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 14 April 2015

Lover your gentle imagery and light-hearted passage of time with mother nature. Great poem. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 March 2015

As the wind gently blows, the emerald leaves on the trees; Beautiful imagery and nice fall of rain drops make this poem really special.10.

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Lorraine Colon 29 March 2015

Mother Nature certainly does brighten the hours. Well-chosen words to describe a lovely season.

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