A weaver sits among
the beautiful threads
weaving a glorious
tapestry
brilliant colors
reflect the seasons
of life
Spring offers many
hues of green, ever
so soothing When
hearts are young
happy and carefree
having a promise
for tomorrow
Still young enough
to believe dreams
can come true
Oh those days of
summer wonderful
red, thinking we
have found our
hearts delight
enjoying the heat
of the season
passion abounding
Then Autumn turns
leaves to many
shades of gold
cascade to the
ground
leaving painted
pictures lying
around
looking at life
differently
Knowledge now
obtainable
Finally the
majestic days
of winter silver
threads carefully
enter woven
in retrospect
greens, reds, and
gold have created
the wonderful
seasons of life.
And the Master Weaver weaves the tapestry of life. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
this poem is a painting, indeed...each stanza is a fine example of a perfect enjambement...nice work of course! ! !
Lovely poem with different colours of seasons picturised very well.. Loved reading it twice, Heather....
Really enjoyed reading your perspective. Like the carefully interwoven threads & the colours of life's tapestry. Beautifully chosen words.
Hi Heather a lovely poem speaking as someone in the winter of life winter has a great deal to offer well done a lovely read
A beautiful poem woven with words bring various shades of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really beautiful poem, a wonderful write.