Poeticpiers
03-09-2004, 03:30 PM
Polychrome artistry
The winter paints in black and white.
Stark images in monochrome
dependent solely on the light.
To drive their simple message home
Oh how my spirit yearns to see
imposed upon the black and white.
The thousand shades of greenery
that grow and thrive in spring sunlight.
New life that banishes the snow.
Fresh shoots and buds are burgeoning
and multi colours proudly show.
The dancing flowers of the spring.
How gladly do I feast my eyes
as I walk gaily on my way.
Appreciating each surprise
that nature springs to make my day.
Alas the flowers bloom and die
as all things must eventually.
The pleasure they bring to my eye
are but brief bursts of artistry.
They serve their purpose, pass away
But nature has much more in store.
Fresh beauties with each passing day
each to the last superior.
The sun then comes into his own
the golden day of summer reigns.
Short days of spring have quickly flown
the harvest soon will bring us gains.
As summer fades and autumn comes,
then nature paints the world anew.
As if to mark the harvest homes
with vibrant shades of every hue.
Of all the seasons that we know
I prefer Autumn I must confess.
When nature mounts her yearly show.
Her artistry is limitless.
Mar-04
:D
The winter paints in black and white.
Stark images in monochrome
dependent solely on the light.
To drive their simple message home
Oh how my spirit yearns to see
imposed upon the black and white.
The thousand shades of greenery
that grow and thrive in spring sunlight.
New life that banishes the snow.
Fresh shoots and buds are burgeoning
and multi colours proudly show.
The dancing flowers of the spring.
How gladly do I feast my eyes
as I walk gaily on my way.
Appreciating each surprise
that nature springs to make my day.
Alas the flowers bloom and die
as all things must eventually.
The pleasure they bring to my eye
are but brief bursts of artistry.
They serve their purpose, pass away
But nature has much more in store.
Fresh beauties with each passing day
each to the last superior.
The sun then comes into his own
the golden day of summer reigns.
Short days of spring have quickly flown
the harvest soon will bring us gains.
As summer fades and autumn comes,
then nature paints the world anew.
As if to mark the harvest homes
with vibrant shades of every hue.
Of all the seasons that we know
I prefer Autumn I must confess.
When nature mounts her yearly show.
Her artistry is limitless.
Mar-04
:D