By closed eyes
I smell the chilly wet dawn of spring
Find among my days of spring
The yellow petal of rose
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Hi. I just read your poem. It's a nice journey in different seasons of a year. Well, to see beauty the eyes has not to be wide open. We should not be blind (Spiritually - As Jose Saramago's Book Blindness says) and see the beauties. I think my poem, Modern Life has some similaritites to your poem. Good Luck
Thought it was great how you used closed eyes to look into the mind and find all this beautiful imagery, you brought it out beautifully into words forming this poem of meaning. Thank you, RoseAnn