A. C . M.

A Present Pheasant, I Know - Poem by A. C . M.

The autumn storm will visit the pheasant,
a battle of will as the wind and rain
beat against each-other
winded flair the pheasant endures
and stumbles through the thickets
but leaves are crisply turned,
and crumble in the first fresh breath.

The Winter hollow will visit the pheasant
swaying steps on sleek grounds,
where quiet blizzards blow.
yet, there is a wonder in the silence
reflection in the still.

The spring gratitude always visits this pheasant
while peeking through long grass
where the breezes charm as they inspire
a seasoned sense of purpose.

The summer solidity, visits the pheasant
a surety in that which lays among the old field's blossoms
as each adventure is consumed.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 3, 2017

Poem Edited: Monday, October 7, 2019

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