The Year Poem by Matthew Rousseau
The Year
She’s as small, yet beautiful
as the budding spring leaves
She’s as radient and strong
as a summer day
She’s as colorful and calm
as the leaves falling off the autumn trees
Her hairs as white, and her mood as soft
As a snowflake falling on the ground
She's Born budding
And She Dies Soft
Excellent poem... Nice imageries you woven to beautify the year... Good write!
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8/24/2026 10:32:08 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
great descriptions and beautifully painted in the very chosen words..