All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
The Seasons
July 21, 2016
My love was like the Spring,
A gay and vibrant thing.
Twirling and whirling,
She danced upon the breeze.
Then she was the Summer,
Her heart a stalwart drummer,
Rapping and tapping,
Against the rhythm of time.
Too soon she was the Fall,
Withering and tiring,
She relished life’s charms,
But feared the angels’ call.
Now she is the Winter,
Barren and still.
Death lingers beside her,
Buts acts only at her will.
To me,
She is a rose,
God’s fairest bloom.
Rooted among the lilies,
Far from any tomb.
© Jiraporn R., Cerritos, CA
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
