Seasons Poem by Brook Renwick

Seasons

Rating: 5.0


Summer heat is beating me down to the ground.
The radiation of the sun melting my skin.
Winter chill is not really that chilly between sunrise and sunset.
I look forward to the fresh air as it feels clean to breath.
Autumn and spring are the seasons of transformation.
The rivers die away after the monsoons or flora is born in spring.
I get things done without a winge each day when
the mild sun and the clean, fresh air fill my happier day.

Saturday, November 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: summer time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Australian summer
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 03 November 2018

Summertime is the best. A great poem.

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Chinedu Dike 03 November 2018

Well articulated and nicely penned with insight. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Brookus.

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Brook Renwick 03 November 2018

Thanks for the positive feedback Chinedu! Have a good one.

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Brook Renwick

Brook Renwick

Sydney, Australia
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