Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 62: (BLOW) in the C rhyme line.

Standing at a moment of time,
When things will never be the same,
Tides will always turn to proclaim,
A beginning of new sublimes,
As nature dances to sun’s rhyme.
Winds of refreshing change will blow,
Mother Nature’s warmth makes a show,
But it casts an eye of disdain,
On souls far in snowy domain,
Though Nature’s bounty still aglow.


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