A Poem of the Year
by John Kaniecki
My words are an April shower
A flash of subtle power
A sudden surge not to forget
Leaving you wet
My stanza's are the sun's
glory
Radiating rich in story
Eternal as the day
So I say
My rhyme is a blizzard's snow
A cruel cold chill
Never letting go
Still
The beauty of the white
wintery dream
Crystal gleam
My poems are autumn's leaves
For one who believes
Red, yellow, brown
Nature's splendid crown
At my best
The Lord's harvest
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