The Glass

A Poem By Bernadette // 5/19/2009

The glass of spring was brightly shining
When laughing flowers
Were twining about it,
And the grass grew tall
In the rippling wind.

The glass of summer was standing nigh
When blue cold waters
Were dancing inside,
And the moss did climb
In the golden sun.

The glass of autumn was burnishing bronze
When frolicking leaves
Were swinging in air,
And the trees did lean
In the chilling breeze.

The glass of winter was coldly resting
When twittering snowflakes
Were leaving their home,
And the wind did blow
In the nightly frost.



This was really well written! Great job, Bernadette!

'As for myself,' said Eomer, 'I have little knowledge of these deep matters; but I need it not. This I know, and it is enough, that as my friend Aragorn succoured me and my people, so I will aid him when he calls, I will go.'

~The Return of the King
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Elizabeth | Wed, 05/20/2009


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

Real pretty. :) I like

Real pretty. :) I like it.
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Clare Marie | Wed, 05/20/2009

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