Spring clothes the Earth in silk of green
And parades her in a rare sheen
Summer gifts the plants with bloom
And causes the bees to hum and zoom
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my seasons here are only hot and wet add in the haze and it makes us fret thanks Valsa-10
A lovely picture post with all the seasons in it, drawn neatly in the poem
Small but sweet and melodious including the beauty of the seasons their charm and delicacy...
A lovely, really lovely poem. I don't know whether you understand Bhojpuri or not. I have heard from my elders- Hathia mein hath god, chitra mein phool....Charhe sewati jhappa jhool.
Great write! ! A beautiful salutation to the seasons! ! I enjoyed it!
The seasons with different characters represent the whole being of the universe in some philosophical context and it is good expression I think.
Seasons portrayed in the limelight of human life in compromise with conflicts innumerable have much to reveal before us. Madam, you have woven a filament of a bright season.
Nature poems are always as wonderful as ever like a thing of beauty is a joy for ever............Valsa.............seasons very superbly depicted.......
A vivid picture of the seasons is captured with beautiful imagery! I love this superb write!
You have considered only four seasons, whereas, we, in India, have six behaviour patterns to our nature, it seems. smile. well, very cute, beautiful and very much impulsive the driven force towards loving, caring, enjoying, rather engaging in nature beyond all the confusions of the complex life course. wonderfully penned. Thank you very much.
poetess with a beautiful pictures of loving nature And parades her in a rare sheen
And seeing these seasons come and eventually go We pass from youth to old age and its faded glow With few joys and too many regrets on the open page Of that diary that God once gifted us to keep and update.......... Simple but evocative poem on the transitory nature of life.
concisely compressed into few words, the seasons' essence.
I adore this sweet poem. I'm a huge fan of seasonal poetry and you've pegged each season so perfectly! Well done!
icy winds that blow and blow, wonderful Valsa, I love it. Please read my new poems and say something.
There are six seasons and each season has special getup. Spring clothes the Earth in green silk. Summer gifts the plants with bloom and causes the bees to hum and zoom. Autumn changes the color of leaves into yellow. Winter brings ice, snow and cold wind. Nice expression. Beautiful poem.