Missour’s Seasons

Poem By Robert Daniels

The dogwood that's blooming on top of the hill
The meadow larks soft melodious trill
The daffodils brightness by my window still
The fragrance of springtime is always a thrill The wip-poor-will calling a song to his mate
The firefly's flicker when evening is late
The roses are climbing by my garden gate
The hot hazy days of summer are great The bursting of color, leaves magically fall
The high flying geese and their echoing call
The quail that are sunning themselves by the wall
The brisk autumn breezes as temperatures fall The snowflakes that fall with astonishing grace
The whiteness that changes the Earth’s haggard face
The window is painted all frosty with lace
The contrast makes this most wonderful place

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