Vivacious blades of supple grass, be it spring,
Will sway and bend and dance with the light breeze
Radiant incandescence might it bring
Delight ceases in winter; lands need freeze
Reliance of seasons is sure and true
One thing is fitful, the current of air
Assuming direction 'cross the light blue
Cardinal senses the force pays no care
Welcomes of autumn dictate the clouds' way
Cool wafts from the north sanctioned to ravage
Yellow beech trees' leaves to fall day by day
Whisper to them perfect forms of passage
The way wind blows, sporadically pure
The way clouds move, assuredly unsure
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
