Within The Seasons

Sometimes when the season changes
Dark clouds gather, storms spread
I wander across the dried dusty meadow
Waiting for the rain without dread

The cold comes, followed by the snow
The moon glows silver and round
I feel as if I am a ghostly figure
Crying out with a terrible haunting sound

See me in the eye of the storm
See me all around, wings torn but still in flight
I come when the season changes, don't doubt
Rain, snow or ice, I am there in the moonlight


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Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Nicely dark yet very beautiful.
A splendid poem.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks BCF.

[Black Cat Fever]

You are welcome.

[Fran Marie]

such beauty within this poem....a dark enchanting write....nicely penned.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much!

[Wolf's Dark Song]

A rather spooky enchanting tale in this poem.
Dark and ominous. Very well written. I wouldn't change a thing here.

[Tina Kline]

thanks....

[Coyote Song]

I feel the pain and loneliness of the creatures in the poem and its glory too. A child of nature, which is everything and all. Nicely written poem. Such enchantment.

[Tina Kline]

Thank you!!!!

[Star Wolf]

A very thrilling and enchanting tale in your very well created poem.
I found it rather spellbinding.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.

[Star Wolf]

Thanks you!