The Season of the Year

This season is calm and serene.
Today came forth without a cloud.
I walked through my garden in peace.

My energy level is rising.
I have many ways to spend my time.
The afternoon has a soothing breeze.

Days go by quickly.
Night falls with beautiful colors.
The floating moon casts a silver sheen.
What a beautiful lake amidst the prairie.

W. Wayne B.

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.

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