The tulips are spring’s imprints,
Summer boasts a lavish hue,
Fall has its palette of tints,
What acclaim is left to you?
Often, the sky’s overcast,
The days are tedious and cold,
Snow flurries and winds that blast,
All make you loathsome threefold.
What I do mostly regard
As to your supreme appeal,
Is the peace that seems unmarred
And the warmth at home I feel.
Stories by the fireplace
Boost intimacy and grace.
Author Bio:
Ahmed Mehdi is an EFL (English as a foreign language) teacher and a poet. He has been writing rhymes on a regular basis for the last eight years and has written about a hundred poems so far, most of which are sonnets.
Summer boasts a lavish hue,
Fall has its palette of tints,
What acclaim is left to you?
Often, the sky’s overcast,
The days are tedious and cold,
Snow flurries and winds that blast,
All make you loathsome threefold.
What I do mostly regard
As to your supreme appeal,
Is the peace that seems unmarred
And the warmth at home I feel.
Stories by the fireplace
Boost intimacy and grace.
Author Bio:
Ahmed Mehdi is an EFL (English as a foreign language) teacher and a poet. He has been writing rhymes on a regular basis for the last eight years and has written about a hundred poems so far, most of which are sonnets.
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