The coldest, forceful wind may blow;
The sun may, sometimes, golden glow;
The rain may, often, showery show;
The sky may dust the land with snow.
When it blows my hat is tied;
In the heat, 'neath shade I hide;
I shy from rain until it's dried;
And as it snows I stay inside.
I don't mind a raucous gale
Or the sunburn in the vale
And nor the damp as raindrops sail
I love the biting snowflake hail.
A gust may roar throughout the night
But by the day the sun may bright;
A storm may rage with all its might ~
The winter snowfall, purest white.
Come what may my senses see
All that nature gifts to me.
Fair or foul, wild and free,
That's the way it's meant to be.
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Breath taking poem full of deeper meanings Congratulations.
An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. Witty and factual. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched...
Lovely way of explaining the seasons. Really enjoyed reading. Congratulations on Poem of the Day!
A beautiful poem well crafted adorned with amazing images.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
5 Quatrains long and so enchantingly worded. A true gorgeous poem.5 Stars full on Top for this very enjoyable read. Very intelligently put the words in all five quatrains.