Swans dance on the ripping waves.
Wing and wing,
as tempest blows temperature south,
Leaves change form green to red.
For not long the leaves wither and fade.
Soon the snow will kiss the moss.
passing seasons, are not lost
When all the while white,
delightful, feather's of white fill my heart,
at last the wait was worth it.
For spring has released the song birds,
Now my heart is light free as a wing of a swan
for winter has released us,
once again.
'Spring has released the songbirds' - that is one beautiful phrase in this enchanting verse Randy - - well composed and a 10 from Fay....
hey beautiful--- awaiting autumn haan the change of colour of the leaves -10 anjali
Beauty of every season so perfectly described. I have just experienced all of them at once. Beautiful! ! Thank you so much!
Now my heart is light free as a wing of a swan for winter has released us, once again.... it is beautiful write and desrves attention.. good one read mine sun n son, the sun and i am disgrace, come home
There is so much joy in this poem Randy. The repetition of white and alliteration of 'w' is magic. 'Spring has released the song bird' had me utterly and totally captured with this piece. 10/10
A stunning painted spring day, your finely penned lines dance with colour... Very well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful.... a lovely sight... impressive... i love this....goes to my fave.. 10++++