Tracy's Review of Rhiannon's Poem

Rhiannon’s poem, ‘The Mystery of the Season’, was about the seasons changing. I liked that it rhymed without force. The words she was able to use seemed only to happen, quite accidental, to rhyme but that was the best word choice for that line. My favorite lines from her poem were:

‘The flowers die and the soil mends’, I can picture mother earth as an entity using flower petals as a bandage on the damaged soil.

‘Frozen ground where daises once grew
On my shivering back, the cold wind blew’, I can feel the bitter wind.

‘Snowmen made from garden gnomes’, this line simply amuses me.

‘Laughing so hard, barely breathing’ and ‘The girl’s memories of the boy are fading’, are feelings that I can sympathize with and they have tangibility to these fond and far off memories.

The only things I can see that could be improved upon were that what I understand was that there are four stanzas that were fall, five that were winter, two that were spring, and three that were summer. I would add two more spring and one more summer and leave the longest one as the winter, because the idea that the other seasons are not long enough but that winter has its own harsh beauty.