Roy Storey

Rookie (10 september 1939)

Season. - Poem by Roy Storey

Ice crystals
falling, rising, twisting on the air
a spiraling mass, on the wind
falling covering the earth.

The warmth of the sun
melting the crystals
droplets, runing tumbling down
into the earth.

Warm moist, the seed unfolds
pushes its way upward
breaking through into the light
to live a season long.


Comments about Season. by Roy Storey

  • (4/23/2006 6:26:00 AM)


    I love the cusp of each season Roy, May your seed of poetic verse, germinate year upon year. A couple of typos in the second stanza 'melt' and 'crystals'. 9 from growing! Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 22, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 23, 2006


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