Last day of Random Acts of Poetry Week!
Yeah that's right. The time has come. It's the last poem!!!
(this is where you cheer and comment a lot and stuff)
So! Without further ado: the final poem!
#6
From flirty as the flowers of spring
To cool but pretty as the frost,
A wintertime metropolis
But caring still as kindly sun
That warms your skin and world in fall
Mature and friendly: trees' summer shade
With bursts of feeling not unlike
A winter, spring or summer storm
That though long pressed to come to be
Seems spontaneous nonetheless
Now this one's the hardest I think, to see the metaphors and where I'm coming from because it's so like factors from the others... his identity is very subtle in here, fleeting, so look closely and look well! Not to mention don't stick to past guesses: they might trip you up with this one!
And I'll post the last ones again too ^^
#5
Rudely bright with full-blown life
All the world is at its peak
And every one of many moods
Is intense as summer's sun
From violent thunder, rain and hail
To brilliant burning-brightly nights
But gentle, tender sunsets too
#4
Grey skies and tinting, dieing leaves
The unassuming bleakness seems
Like nothing special, yet
That playful breeze does toss your hair
And the days insist on staying warm
And the sun's still bright
But shadows lengthen
Beneath the colored and brilliant leaves
#3
Green spring inded it is at first
Angelic in its innocence
But as the season does wear on
While innocence does fade
Frivolity hang on, somehow
And as the summer does mature
So does the full-blown bloom of spring
Make way to luscious fruit
#2
Seems pure as whitest snow
But at a closer look, you find
Thin ice beneath
Fathoms deep, but rather clear
Look closer yet, you'll see
The playful current underneath
And an impish tug's there too
#1
A sunny storm of gentle winds
And irksome rain
You shake your fist and wonder why
And curse
But truly do you know
You never really mind
And carry along on your way