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The Seasons

Postiwyd gan Bearshead o Bro Morgannwg - Cyhoeddwyd ar 12/01/2012 am 17:55
2 sylwadau » - Tagiwyd fel Celfyddyd, Hinsawdd, Ysgrifennu Creadigol, Diwylliant, Amgylchedd, Pobl, Materion Cyfoes

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Ferns unfurl into strands of sateen,
Cherry blossom nestling in emerald green,
Heavy showers laced with sun,
Mending that which was barren.

Summer, blown like glass, is round,
Open and wide and full of sound,
Sunny smiles and dampened picnics,
Sweet fruits and sweeter music.

Trees with jackets seeped in gold,
Helen of Troy in every fold,
Crimson as sin, umbered bark,
These branches will soon stand stark.

Bony trees against the lumens,
Silhouettes burning to the heavens,
Both heads of Janus guiding the rain,
Lining the sills of every pane.

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2 Comments – Postiwch sylw

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Rhoddwyd sylw 4 mis yn ôl - 16th January 2012 - 15:45pm

Such an atmospheric poem! Love it! :)

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Rhoddwyd sylw 3 mis yn ôl - 26th January 2012 - 12:18pm

Lovely poem :)