SEASONS….THIS IS THE WORD
A GREEN BUD,DIFIANTLY CONTRASTS WITH IT’S FADING WHITE BACKROUND A SPURT OF LIFE, MOVING TO-AND-FRO WITH THE LIGHT BREEZE
ANTICIPATION. THIS IS THE WORS ANTICIPATION ON A SPRING DAY
SPRAWLED ON THE COOL SUMMER GRASS, THE LEAVES RUSTLING LAZILY I SPLIT A FLOWER APART .WATCHING AS THE WIND CARRIES IT AWAY
CONTENTMENT. THIS IS THE WORD CONTENTMENT ON A SUMMERS DAY
RAKING UP THE AUTUMN LEAVES, I FLOP INTO A CRISP PILE OF LEAVES OBSERVING THE DIFFERING COLOURS OF BURNT ORANGE, AGING GREENAND A LOT OF BROWN. THE WIND MAKING THEM FLIT AND SCATTER ON THE LAWN.I SIGHED A TYPICAL AUTUMN DAY.
CHORES. THIS IS THE WORD CHORES ON AN AUTUMN DAY
A WARM MUG OF COFFEE, THAWING MY FINGERS .WIPING THE MIST OF MY WINDOW I SIT BACK AND WATCH THE SNOW DRIFT DOWN. BLACKETING MY LAWN
LAZINESS.THIS IS THE WORD LAZINESS ON A WINTERY DAY
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