Spring flower, spring flower
Why don’t you grow?
The shadows grow long
The bees hum low.
(I’m waiting for rabbit
Who’ll carry me away
to turtle who sleeps
till winter’s days)
Summer rabbit, summer rabbit
Why don’t you play?
The leaves are red
The skies are gray.
(I’m looking for flower
Who waits in the field
To bring to turtle
After autumn’s yield)
Autumn tree, autumn tree
Why are you bare?
You look so forlorn,
With no leaves to wear
(I’m helping the rabbit
Who looks for the rose
To give to the turtle
To melt winter’s woes)
Winter turtle, winter turtle
Where do you go?
You walk through green fields
Shell covered in snow.
(I’m replanting flower
To grow once more
And then I will rest
‘Till winter’s stores)
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EDIT 30JUN2015
Sorry for not getting to this sooner, but I've been busy (read: distracted).
I wrote this a while ago. Obviously, this is more akin to a children's poem, and it was kinda meant to be. The cyclical references to the seasons, natural imagery, anthropomorphic animals et cetra all are themes reminiscent to nursery rhymes.
The stresses in the words are... off. But they are in a patterned off-ness, so they work... kinda.
Also, turtles live in the sea, tortoises live on land, and having a cold-blooded animal walking through the snow would be... unadvised, to say the least.
I'll be posting more random poetry, when I get to it. Right now, it's like 1:15, and I'm TIRED. I hope I'll knock out, eventually, soon.
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