Seasons -
Bare branches,
In the morning sun.
Frosty pines,
Still as death.
Bright stars,
Lighting up the sky.
Flowing Rivers,
Into still lakes.
Budding flowers,
In purple clouds.
Sounds of thunder,
And moonlit nights.
Rice Cakes
Seasons – A Poem by Rice Cakes
February 24th, 2009 by Rice Cakes Leave a reply »
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At this moment I am wishing for the death of frosty pines…. winter is getting tiring and I am longing for the sounds of thunder and moonlit nights. Nicely done!
Budding flowers and purple clouds…sounds like someone is smokin the cheeba cheeba!