A Seasonal Poem

Long term readers of my main blog may have seen this poem before (yes, sorry, another poem - but a book review is on it's way!). I initially wrote it for a competition to write a poem about Spring to the win the prize of a regular slot in a magazine - I then realised they were pro-hunt and didn't want anything to do with such a magazine. 

Anyway, long story short, you now have a poem about Spring before you. Enjoy!

Wind and snow, rain and sleet

Mighty oaks refuse defeat

Their leaves now fallen, perished by

Frost and snow that mounts so high

The robin chirps tunes immense

Its feathers being its one defense

Against the numbing frost and snows

And with each day the chill does grow

But as the months flitter by

A hint of change catches the eye

Daffodils raise their weary heads

Arrays of yellow filling beds

And sun seen so long ago

Rises again, everything aglow

A golden globe beaming bright

Filling grey skies with pools of light

Flittering through the blades of green

Emerald fields shine supreme

With sweet sorrow, a short goodbye

Singing a final verse then soaring high

Crimson middle, wings outstretched

Nostalgic emotions it does fetch

As cold memories are swept away

The children return to their play

Games forgotten throughout December

Re-embraced until September

When wind and snow, rain and sleet

Return triumphant in their feat

I hope you enjoyed this poem and I would love to hear any comments you have on it.

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