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March is a long month,
Rainy days with no remorse.
Even when the sun does come,
Bleak winds drag it back to the sky caves.
Though if not for these tested times,
Would there be an April song?
Lots of not great this month
Nothing compares to this spring time love,
Except for one single thing,
The love we'll have in summer.

Yet, even better than that,
The love we'll hold in fall,
Golden and aged like the leaves of oak trees.

But no thing could be greater,
Than the love we'll hold come next winter,
Sleeping in, your warmth by my side.
I can't wait to spend all this time with her
Cameron 3d
In Winter nights I hold thee tight,
Basking in the cold moonlight.
In Summer days we play all day,
until the goes away.
In Autem I watch the leaves shrivel and fall,
and I walk you to the mall.
Spring is the wind beneath our wings,
and she shows me how well she sings.
Ahh the Seasons gifts to you and me,
we are as blessed as can be.
You and me.
I wrote this about my dog please enjoy
nicole 7d
we met in the winter
but became strangers by spring
Amir Murtaza Mar 9
Life is a tightly woven tale,
A grim beginning, a joyful trail.
Who can say if smiles at dawn,
Won't fade to tears when day is gone?

Write your story with a humble pen,
Let kindness guide where it may wend.
Leave behind the weight of shame,
And walk through life, free of blame.
We kissed in the dark of winter,
In the cold of the snow.
I swore to you in it's falling,
My heart fit well in yours.
But now that spring begins to shine through,
I'll renew my promise to you.
Spring is a time of love
Brianna Ki Mar 8
i’ll fixate on you
til my time is due
the waves we swam
and all we’ve been through

is never enough
to unwrite our glue

seasons may shift but I stay the same
through autumn's loss
and winter’s claim
spring may call
and summer too

Yet nothing can pull me
away
from
you.
Daffodils:


Little yellow trumpets that herald the coming Spring.
They shyly rise above the earth until, fully grown,
Then loudly proclaim
That Winter has turned on its heels
To give way to longer, warmer days.

And when their fanfare fades away,
the sweet peal of the bluebells can be heard,
Drifting across the early dawn.

And snowdrops smile,
Knowing that Summer will soon be here.
Not 'that' Daffodils poem!
Gbenga A Mar 6
It starts a slow and silent seed.
A pasture soft, the scarless skin.
Standing in the heaps, the ridges, full of Life.
Stretching it's greens, it's yellows, Oh! the supple sky.

Petal after petal, Leaf after leaf.
Song after song, Dream after dream.
The land loses it's greens, the trees lose their tweets,
and whiteness comes, frozen, her skin.

Suddenly all is replaced, all is buried,
all is white, and all is heavy,
The heart is breathless, cold and weary.
The crackling fire does little to mend this.

But slowly, definitely, it all starts to melt,
At the first rays of the new season, this White is shed
In new birth of seeds, in new birth of dreams,
After snowflakes, the heart is healed.
Noonie Mar 3
"Blue skies, golden light.
Crisp air—
Breathe in,
Awaken."
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