Two Seasons Comments

A marvelous poem which tells what you mean by Spring season and how we have beeen locked ourselves out of the reach of Spring.Let me quote- - We all know what is locked away from us: Books with refrains of warm air; pictures of tactile green fields; a row of vases on a shelf, each of which contains one flower aroma. And a collection of songs written in the spring air by composers bewildered by emotions

This is a cool (no pun intended) metaphor, Daniel! My imagination and sympathy goes out to you all in ice box Minnesota. We’ve had seesaw weather here—today around 60–but in a few days? Keep warm and hope alive as you gaze longingly at those stairs that lead to the second story. Be well, brother. -Glen

Winter is heavy duet to cold weather and snow fall. But still this season is nice as this creates scenic beauty. Pictures of tactile green fields motivate many. Spring's arrival gives us tender breeze. A great imagery of seasonal flow is beautifully drawn here. This is an excellent poem beautifully penned.10