Like an elusive dream I silently hope to see how you undress—
from cold white to fresh green then to shy yellow and then to scarlet red,
from freckled to plump and lush to skinny and then to skeletal bare.
Like an enchanting perfume I secretly imagine your scent change—
from chilling trace of frost to charming whiff of blooming flowers
and then to sweet vibrant smell of the sun and finally to loamy, rustic earth aroma.
Like a locked desire I hope to bask my senses into your stunning metamorphosis,
my dear seasons.
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Note: Living in a country with two seasons (wet and dry), autumn and winter have been my fascinations since I am a little girl. This is why they are mostly the inspirations of my poems and fictions. 😉
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash
In response to dVerse‘s Open Link Night # 182 by Bodhirose who wrote about Florida’s Fall.
Wow…beautiful metaphor Rose….
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awwwww. you are just the sweetest, Mich! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Can relate to having two seasons… and the experience of four is quite beautiful…nature in any state mesmerises.
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I agree. I wish to witness each season someday. 🙂
Thank you for reading. 🙂
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So beautiful
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awww. thank you, love! ❤
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Loved your poem! You wrote it well.
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thank you! 🙂
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You have brought out the joy of the changing seasons wonderfully in this piece Rosema 🙂
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thank you, Davy. Product of mere imagination, based on epic photographs! 😀
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This is so beautiful Rose! :o)
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thank you very much! 🙂
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My pleasure Rose :o)
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❤ ❤ ❤
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I dislike winter, though it looks pretty in pictures. My favorite time is the change from winter to spring, and summer to autumn. The undressing and change of colors are spectacular. Hope someday you can witness it for yourself.
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thank you for sharing your thoughts, Grace. I hope so too. 🙂
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This reads as aging in a life and in a relationship. It’s a marvelous way to appreciate the seasons, sister.
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thank you, brother! the gorgeous changing seasons deserve nothing less. 🙂
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It’s the change that is the most wonderful… the metamorphosis.. the way a day is different and follow a pattern… love how you dream of it, but there are times in November when I feel I’d rather have summer all year around.
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts and for the kind words. I think some of my friends who experience four seasons will say the same. 🙂
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Simply beautiful!
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thank you dear! ❤
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You’re most welcome. 🙂
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Reblogged this on Creative Writing Reblogged.
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thank you! 🙂
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Like this poem… a lot!
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yay! thank you, Walt!
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I like the seasons as written as a person/woman through the year.
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thank you, Brian! appreciate your words! 🙂
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I love what you say about the “enchanting perfume”–because truly, where I live with 4 seasons, more or less (sometimes not much winter), the air does have different fragrances 🙂
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awwwww. i wanna fly now to you, sissy!!! take me please!!!! 😀 😀 😀
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My door is open and waiting for you ❤
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awwww. i wish. i wish!!!
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🙂 ❤
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Creation is stunning, whatever her season! Lovely write.
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oh wow. thank you, Lynn!
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A true love affair with the changing seasons. Beautiful!
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indeed a dreamy love affair, Bryan! ❤
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This is just filled with the senses of change and you describe it beautifully, Rosema, I hope one day that you will be able to experience all the seasons too. Here in Florida we mostly have hot and lukewarm…not much spring or autumn. 🙂
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aww. i am honored to receive such words, Gayle! thank you very much. and i have the same hopes. it’s a dream for me to see how the seasons unveil themselves. 🙂
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I had to laugh at this piece and you Rosema. To me this is like the seasons or Mother Nature stripping, changing her tiny costumes for each season, for each set of her dance on stage or around the pole. Lol. 😂💗
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hahaha! yeah! you got that so right! 😀
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Outstanding! Really enjoy this write.
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wow. thank you! thank you for the follow. 🙂 ❤
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BTW, is this your web address: https://thediamondgrenade.wordpress.com/?
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It was, but I deleted it. I set it up for a big push – a book promo contest. Why do you ask?
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i tried visiting it and it appeared it was indeed deleted. 🙂
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I see I see. Yeah I have seven or eight sites going at the moment haha so I could do to lose one or two.
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ooh. okay. you can share with me one so i can visit you too. 😉
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okay! quidproquoreviews.blogspot.com
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This is one divine poem. It offers a quite a tribute to the seasons and a feast for the nose!
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yeaaaaaah!!! because i have always been fascinated with seasons! 😀 😀 😀
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I hope you get to experience them
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me too! 😀
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😊
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Pure classic work…..!! ❤
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awww. means a lot coming from a classic-lover! 🙂 ❤
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