Fourteen Poem by Wes Thompson

Fourteen



spring resurrects rain
to fall upon young petals
simple sinless joy

early summer wind
traces ripples on a pond
dragonflies make chase

autumn dresses leaves
warm colours ease sad farewells
pretty funeral

cavern of winter
isolated and faithless
purifying shroud

Thursday, February 28, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,funeral,summer,winter
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