sunshine calls out softly
tugging us to come play
frolicking in the outdoors
in the last summer breeze
the droning of lawnmowers
children laughing loudly
but the greatest part of all
comes wafting in the air
the aroma of fresh cut grass
tickles the nose teasingly
reminders of the spring
so close but so far away
the annual teasing of autumn
tricking us into the belief
that summer will never end
how sad to see leaves fall
...sunshine calls out, tugging us
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Nice use of personifications.
You're a watcher of the world for we who do not notice. It makes me WANT to notice.
I don't have seasons here but with your poem I can imagine how it is like. Nice poem.
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