I have no time for winter blues
A clear sky has little else to choose
Gone is the rain
That flooded my brain
It’s a return to the mountain views
Pouring the sunshine out of our hearts
Deep in the valley, the cloud departs
High season, no joke
Then awaiting the smoke
Of burning fields when summer restarts
Submitted to dVerse Zeugmatically Speaking and inspired by other poems written there. Not quite sure I’ve hit the mark with this one and I find limericks to be lazy poems but this one fell into place.
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You do a good job of linking seasons to mood. I can the sky and the writer as kindred spirits.
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Thanks 🙏
Now we are right in the middle of the rainy season and though the cool wet weather is welcome the constant grey skies remind me of the dull drear of my formative years in England. Winter is our high season, winter is our summer.
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You’re welcome. In Michigan winter is constant grey skies, but we have snow to brighten things up (at least for now.)
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I love this line especially “Pouring the sunshine out of our hearts”🥰
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Thanks Melissa. It’s a kind of zeugma, right? Pouring sunshine, pouring our hearts out. That’s what I was going for anyway! 😁
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It works for me! They are harder than they look.
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Well I think that was very nicely done, and even if Limericks, very original.
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Thanks so much 🙏
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This is loveky and scenic.
Happy you dropped by to read mine
much♡love
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