Do you barely see,
the sun in the sky,
when you know it's very high.
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Jim, the grass is always greener, is it not. We spend our days dreaming of of a perfect spring and fail to appreciate the beauty of every change in the weather. Thoughtful, interesting poem. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxx
Yes, to appreciate as though we could see with the eyes of of Child, then we would drink in the seasons and all they have to offer A profound write, full of wisdom, well done Love duncan X
i like this poem don`t no why but i do... nice poem jim...
We are so fortunate to have the four seasons. The changing weather also suits the changing moods of the poetic experience. Lovely write, Jim. Best regards, Sandra