Four elements, fire, earth, air and water,
Each on the calendar takes a quarter.
Fire and water together do not mix,
Fire always needs air, for that is its fix.
Earth, air and water that is a trio.
In what section would we find our Leo.
Horoscopes are some peoples obsession,
All the forecasts would give one depression.
You may believe them or you may not,
But quite frankly, I do not care a jot.
I’m an Aries and I’m a fiery one.
A Ram, well Ewe, when all is said and done.
Whatever prediction, for good or ill,
Will on a few occasions fit the bill.
Astrology will continue to lure,
All who feel readings can foretell ‘Amour’.
© Ernestine Northover
I am a Leo. Unfortunately, time has stolen my golden mane. However, I still like to be stroked and rubbed on my tummy!
A very cute interesting write that entertains the reader.Great imagery! Thanx for the read, =Shelley=
And I am a borderline...something or other...as they say, on the cusp of two worlds. Maybe that is why I stay so...confused? Lovely poem, however...and I am the other end of the calander from you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said and done Ernestine, I'm supposed to be a Libra, Ummm, well -ballanced not sure about that one, but as for your creative touch Ernestine, , it keeps up with my estimation, , A Job Well Done Me thinks Love duncan X