Seasons by L. M. Mercer


By: L. M. Mercer

In desert summers the grass dries out,
Brown and brittle from months of drought.
The ground shrivels, cracks and turns to dust,
The endless search for water becomes a must.
But in the springtime the world is green,
Alive with shades of color rarely seen.
As I await summer's end,
I long for spring to begin again.

Winter in the north is shrouded in white,
Tucked securely under a sheet so bright.
Patches of evergreen relieve the snow,
Evidence of life continuing to grow.
Autumn is a rainbow to behold,
All around are reds, oranges, browns and golds.
From within the depths of winter's grip,
I think of autumn and my heart begins to skip.

About the Author

Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'. While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering, she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times somber, now that she is our newest contributor to the "World of Myth".

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