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Seasons Ode Poems | Ode Poems About Seasons

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Ode to Spring


lustrous path 


beckons deep


weightlessly adrift


tender pedals new


to Spring's lifting breath


sway fair willow


embrace long


moisten ripples strewn


sing remembrance 


oh, gentle breeze


your fingers entwine 


to quite radiant stirs


linger soft your




awaken fragrance 


on Spring pastels abloom

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Changing seasons

Take a walk towards an autumn day,

stray past summers end into a fallen

red yellow and orange blend. Although

it seems we are heading into seasons

of wither, the beauty of every season is

at work. Open up let Mother nature in,

she can do truly amazing things. Realise

even winters chill can be special and

brilliant. Like softly falling snowflakes

dusting over the whole place, far and near

what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has



what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has


what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has


what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has


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Growing in shade hides a bloom small and white, Leaves lush and full like a pretty girl’s pout, She changes the garden, like stars at night, And her loveliness speaks to the devout. Flower of happiness and high romance, I’m Lily of the Valley, bud of bride, This blossom delights and tickles at dreams. ~May, month of sweet fragrance~ Her perfume is so pure and edified, Beguiling yet chaste, her notes of extremes. Deep under the ground spring calls to the heart, And grows a gem that enchants with her hue, A mixture of magic, beauty and art, Luminous and lively, lucky and true. Josephine loved the Emperor of France, Soft skin displayed verdant stones that could scald, Jewels hold warmth that no gauge can measure. ~May, month of radiance~ Echoed in the sheen of the emerald, Vibrant yet calming, a gleaming treasure. We mark her arrival with great fanfare, Banishing at last, that season of frost, Robins embellish nests with savoir faire, As all our senses they freely accost. Rain cleanses the world of old circumstance, Days become brighter and more smiles are seen, Tender this time of renewal and birth. ~ May, month of innocence ~ Riches we cradle, beautiful and green, Blessings guileless, unaware of their worth.
Dedicated to my darling little girl, a May baby. Bride: I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Groom: Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women. Song of Songs, 2 1-2

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You’re a romantic rogue, so complex,
Scorned by most, and yet adored by many,
From the moment you arrive we’re perplexed,
We: yearly prey to your ignominy. 
For we’re never prepared for that cold blast,
Jack-o-lanterns still smile on our porches,
And we haven’t yet covered our roses!
Winter, scoundrel, outcast,
Oh, how those stunning, abrupt kisses scorch
Our quivering cheeks, chins and red noses!

Children can barely wait to play in snow,
They yell and clap when they see that first flake,
“Is it Christmas?” They ask, eyes all aglow,
But adults frown at leaves, scowl at the rake.
Windows shiver and we turn up the heat,
Hot toddies are sipped and slippers are worn,
Meager escapes from a sub-zero world.              
Winter, vast, white and sweet,
Flurries are forgotten as forts are born,
And toboggans are pulled by boys and girls.

Drifts hide tall fences, shrubs and our front steps,
Icicles hang from eave troughs like sharp teeth,
Air is a scalpel; your lungs need forceps, 
Wind slices through bone and what lies beneath.
We don long underwear and polar fleece,
As we shovel mounds on each frozen path.
Yet there are moments of tranquility,
Winter, season of peace,
Angels find trees and kids do Advent math,
Christ child in manger… your serenity. 

*For Nancy Jone's Contest "A Toothful Ode"

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Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece 
Until it’s time for spring to come free.

Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.

Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear

Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.

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...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that

of the everlasting.

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Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring



...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,

making flavored coffee

a drink in the morning.

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~La' Luna De' Morte'~

~La' Luna De' Morte'~

As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss

Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee

Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve

Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...

...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!


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Of Transient Nature Ode To Fall

Fall is: Dragonflies, empty nests Pumpkin pies, shedding trees Brown meadows, Monarch butterflies Crisped carpets of Autumn leaves It’s a frosty feel of finality That all good things must end That things must die Is simply reality Tis not a question of if, but when It’s a harbinger of things to come As well a reminder of times gone by A pregnant pause to ponder, muse and wonder Where we are and who we are…and Why It’s a time of transient Nature Replete with changes everywhere Absent name and nomenclature. As familiar tho’ (as we all know) …As smoke draped pon’ the air… And that ‘s what makes Autumn great

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Ode the Rain

With out rain what would we do?
What would we drink? 
What about food?

Its helps us out 
Every year
It grows our cotton 
So we have something to wear

With out rain what would we do?
 Would we walk around naked?
 What  about you?