A Poem: Fickle

In the season thus we folly,

Tis' the wind is here alas;

But then our hearts just long to wander

In the splendor of green grass.

Soon again the snow is melted,

And replaced with morning dew;

But ne'r the heart shall be contented

When the wind is overdue.

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maven101 7 years ago from Northern Arizona

Too much of a good thing can result in too much of a good thing...I think..

Lovely poem, so sweet and melodious..I love reading your poems...Larry

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Carmen Borthwick 7 years ago from Maple Ridge, B.C.

Awesome! No more need be said.

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