Rejoice, rejoice with me my weary friends!
The beauty of the year has come at last
and the winter's long drawn festival ends;
her insensitive heart's cold reign has passed.

Her strenghth is lost, her grip loosened from us.
No more does she hold prisoner our lives.
Now flowers bloom, trees bud and all knows thus,
her death, no longer on our vigor thrives!

But, alas, one day she will return again,
stealing in silently on whispers said:
"I have come to humble the hearts of man
and to tuck Mother Nature in her bed."

"For my mother has worked the whole year past,
and for this do I live again at last!"

---by SaraDiva

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Marta J. (booksnob) - 10/20/2008 7:55 PM ET

Your form is really lovely.

Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 10/21/2008 8:07 AM ET

I loved this.....[bbbrrrrrr] I can feel the cold :)

Sophira B. (sophiraness) - 10/21/2008 10:57 AM ET

Wow...loved the form and style

Marie D. (maried) - 10/21/2008 6:28 PM ET

True talent, little sis. Loved it!!!

Sabriena W. (hazeleyesrangeleyes) - 10/25/2008 3:24 PM ET

Wow! Very vivid!

Charles N. (sanfred2) - , - 11/13/2008 9:23 AM ET

i really enjoyed your poem about my sister the season of winter.

Charles N. (sanfred2) - , - 11/13/2008 9:31 AM ET

when i was a child i fell in love with the rain. as i grew older she became like a woman to me........eventually my love became so strong that i wanted to just lay on my back and f*** the rain

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