This first assignment from YW4J is to write a "seasonal poem" about your favorite season. Believe me, I'm no poet...but I thought I'd give it a try. Freestyle, no less...this is the first time I've experimented in that style:
Skeletal arms, reaching outward
Grasping at the barren sky
Beauty gone and beauty come
And no one yet the wiser
Sun relents and loses his hold
The earth grows cold and fruitless
Wringing out its final cry
A harvest of life from death
Well, the poem is meant to be about fall--harvest season--if you can't tell. :-)
I am the sort of person who can stand on a balcony for as long as time allows, enjoying the rain on my face and completely alone with my thoughts. I soar with the wind when I am on the back of a horse, galloping alone through a pasture at sunset. I am quiet by nature, but my heart speaks through my pen. These are my writings.
