Prompt: Write a poem
with a seasonal theme.
As the thick frost depletes across the water,
and the nip of the crisp air becomes less painful,
we see the buds of the once lost rose bushes peek out
from behind the safe havens of their secure rooted nests.
A bee’s buzz floats along the air
as he longs for the sweet treat he’s been waiting
long months for,
As in the woods animals of all kinds
begin to stretch their stiff limbs,
while embracing warmth.
The time has come
for Winter to drift into Spring,
as heavenly scents fill the air,
and the songs of birds are carried through the clouds.
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