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White Lace

Winter cloaked in the whitest lace
Spreads its folds across the land
Transforming the earth's tired face
In beauty she makes her quiet stand

For those who weep for summer lost
And long for days of idle breath
Those days come at winter's cost 
She sings the songs of living death

For naught we argue with the wind
And rail at ice that will not weep
Hoping these days will soon rescind
And her buried promises  keep

Winter dances with solemn grace
Dressed in her white gown of lace

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010

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Message For An Old Cold Man

November was not all that bad. We had Thanksgiving feasts and very little snow. The Yuletide season came. Since it was glad, I felt so sad to see December go. But January so far we have seen cars sliding off the roads and freezing cold. Blue skies I need and white replaced by green and sunshine spilling onto fields like gold. But Winter still persists. Up and about, he's freezing pipes, car engines and my toes! That old cold man has worn his welcome out. And next month's Valentines? Well, who needs those? It's Goddess Spring that I am waiting on. Why hang around, old Winter? Just begone! Written 1/19/13 For the Winter Begone Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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A Change of Seasons - A HexSonnetta

Upon this break of dawn
Touched by an autumn breeze
There rustling in the leaves
I see a hint of bronze
And know it won't be long
Before you strip the trees

Yet knowing this I dare
To dream of you again
As summer starts to wane
Leaves falling everywhere
From mother nature's hair
Ablaze in crimson flames

That set a fire in me
Just like those falling leaves

August 21, 2015

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2015

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Springing Sea of Green

I love it when Spring finally comes The buds showing their little sprouts Yes indeed from this seasons of four I'm awake many sleeping plants shout I love it when I walk through the parks When these buds turn to a sea of green Forgotten are the plants being so stark This birthing season just has to be seen I love it when I sit on the park benches When the breeze caresses Sakura trees The airs scented by their pinky blossoms Mother nature and man in total agree When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for I love it when Spring finally comes

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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The Seasons


A refresh of rain, falling down on them all
Un-quenching each leaf with tilt refrain
Linden shaped blossoms in spring do install
Such beautiful heaven that no one can maim
 The burst of an orange, a tulip in bloom
Infusion of flowers, by meadow's festoon
The shine of an orchid, ever so stark,
It stays on my mind, long after dark
The Rose brings her beauty, as I swift appraise
And summer goes trailing with fever, her blaze


Heat waves arrive, wearing red flaming scarves
Bronzed cherub angels, by cool fountain spout
Yellow kissed flowers by summer's head count
The dahlias in love, with passions, don't starve
Bikinis and tank tops with summer tanned legs
Atop the hot board walk, skip trampling keds
Bleach blonds and ravens in tune with the fair
Coasters and bolsters and times without care
It's all in the season of sunshine and thrills
Where fireworks burst, o'er emerald hills!


The seasons pass as my eyes behold
Soft change in hues when bending limbs grow bare
As colored leaves turn brown begin to fold
To finally scatter into Autumn's air
These days remembered on a road of leaves
Traveling aspen groves ablaze in gold
A Winter's chill before the Autumn grieves
Reminds that all life ends before its cold
And calls in voice its yearly subtle dance
As songs from birds now give a quiet note
While those in love hope colors will enhance
To feel chill from Winter when color dies
To bless the fallen leaves with sadder eyes


The Winter's cold comes dressed in velvet white
And spills its unique flakes upon the Earth
Scenes of beauty calm, open eye's delight
And cleanse the ground before the Spring's rebirth
I'll walk upon the freshest fallen snow
And see the trail of prints I leave behind
While knowing it reveals the path I go
I'll make a snowy Angel some will find
To cross the banks of white where depth is low
And sit among the quiet, Winter's brought
To see the landscape clean with softest glow
Shall bring to me another gentle thought
I'll lift my eyes to find a pictured scene
And marvel at the white that is pristine

written by Mystic Rose & Frederic Parker

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Turn, Turn, Turn

Spring takes its bow early in Florida’s climate Winds expire, February debuts in quiet Dazzling lavender blooms on cherry trees wake first Sweet aroma o’er the verdant landscape’s dispersed Summer lures eager tourists to beaches in May Dipping their toes, they feel the ocean’s salty spray Torrid heat ushers hurricane season in June Cautious homeowners await the year’s first typhoon But for late November, Fall seems nonexistent Taking to nature trails, hikers’ hours are now spent Wild boar and turkeys identified by their musk Gopher tortoises chill in shells, deer await dusk Locals celebrate yuletide holidays with joy Brevity of winter - nature’s cruelest ploy
*Written August 22, 2014

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

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September Chill

It was the first part of September
As the leaves were just starting to turn
The bonfire shrank to just one ember
A fearful forecast she would discern

Yes, the hurricane season lived on
Although the seas were starting to cool
Bounty of trees now plucked – pecan
As children made their way back to school

Indian Summer brought such sad news
A woman still in her autumn years
Struggled from her eyes, tears to excuse
She had to face the greatest of fears

The doctor offered no hope for her
Would this month be her last September?

*Entry for Brian’s September Contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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October's Crown

The gath'ring dusk draws this fall day to term.
October crowned with warmth and radiant light.
The sun in arc across the sky confirms
that these fall days be passionate and bright.

Heroic are the colors autumn wears,
yet soon their rich-hued robe will fade away.
Then comes the sting of winter's icy airs.
We wish that frozen season could delay.

The gleanings of these golden days are rich.
A cache of gifts held in our hearts, sublime.
Nostalgia is the providence with which,
we warm our spirit during winter-time.

Hold fast, through dormant seasons, keen and cold.
Soon warmth will grace spring light to be extolled.

                              October's Crown

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

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Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow

Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow

The hills, valleys and flowers are fast asleep
where the river flows winding.
Chills come, furry critters are burrowing deep
cold hardships most are finding.

Old man Winter awaits its rapidly emerging cues
trees shudder in their roots.
Cold comes ravaging to create sweet Spring news
as man puts on deep snow boots.

Rivers freeze and no longer feed the blue seas
some ache hard in the waiting.
All year long honey stored up by the honey bees
tis' wisdom in such anticipating.

The hills, valleys and flowers buried in snow.
Cold death savages, so Spring's life will grow.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-06-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Autumn Revisited , A Look Back

Autumn Revisited , A Look Back

Sitting on mossy stone, I watch Autumn fly
no respite from Winter's friend
Over heading the wild birds soar on by
almost time for this season's end.

This stream , banks covered in green moss 
shall very soon flow deeper and cold
This forest will reflect more of this loss
musings I find deeper as I grow old!

What of the sunny Summer days, memory fair?
a short gust in a fast receding storm
Bears scouting for coming Winter's hiding lair
survival searching now is the prime norm.

As Autumn prepares for Winter's hard blast
Slowing moving Time suddenly races so fast!

(EDITED)- Typo in the closing verse, "Rime" was 
A TYPO--correct is "Time". Old keyboard has letters missing. lol

Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2015

Note--Time to dread Winter. This seasonal apprehension 
goes back to my childhood. Back then Winters were 
brutal on we kids without coats and proper protection
from its blasts.. Yet we survived and later prospered.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Big snow little snow

I used to like you I thought we were close
now I wish you would  go away
you brought another storm today
and dumped upon us another dose

Oh great big lady what have we done
to deserve this misery for this long
we wish your winds would be warm and strong
and melt this mess you have spun

No no no what did you bring
The snow is too deep
we are about to weep
please Mother Nature bring on Spring

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014

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A Love for All Seasons

At the spring celebration Jill had a head start
She danced across the floor straight to his open heart
Lit by love and glowing like an eternal flame
Passion in motion ere she even knew his name
When he first took her hand, she felt electrified
In the months that ensued feelings intensified
Carpet of crimson rose petals strewn on her bed
The pair gave not a thought to what might lie ahead
But when the festive holiday season came ‘round
A garland of fir branches on her head he crowned
As he knelt before her in front of the fireplace
In a blanket of tender love she felt encased
Bowing before her, he presented a diamond ring
For their love affair proved to be more than a spring fling
*Entry for Brian's 100th Anniversary poem challenge on Aspects of Love

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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I Love Spring

It''s great to see the leaves again
To see the flowers grow
Spring excites me so
I love the freshness of the rain
I can shake off winter's aches and pains
As I listen to the March winds blow
Spring is a wonderful time I know
Spring is here to keep me sane
Now I hear the red robin chirp
I see the sun shining bright
I want to play and not work
Out in the pretty sunlight
Where life is new and pure
I love Spring of that I'm sure!

Copyright © Marvin D. Schrebe | Year Posted 2013

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For bread and country

Line upon line the troops stood straight
In late season sun they stand and wait
With magazines filled with ammunition
Not with bullets but with good nutrition

These troops stand with feather in cap
Full of purpose and flowing with sap
Yet soon inevitably they are to fall
As they grow big and they grow tall

Then, quite fearlessly they give their life
To die for country, kids and wife
Yet to die so that all may flourish
As their bodies feed and nourish

And so the seasons pass
For these troops of tallest grass
Unsung heroes that sacrifice all
When in autumn they die and fall

But are our lives not the same? 
As in sacrifice there is no shame

Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2015

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Lady Autumn's Ball

Lady Autumn’s Ball Here ye, Hear ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Tis the best time for late season romance Come everyone, enjoy the dance Autumn’s colors deck the halls Listen for Love’s eternal mating call Love is born from a single glance Emotions of the heart are enhanced As they two, walk down the promenade Lady Autumn is bedecked in her finest gown Colors so vivid can nowhere be found Hear Ye, Hear Ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Come, everyone, enjoy the dance Listen for love’s eternal mating call Emotions of the heart are enhanced

Copyright © Linda Barr | Year Posted 2012

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October's Crown

The growing dusk draws this fall day to term.
October crowned in warmth and brilliant light.
The sun across it arc shines to confirm,
that these fall days be passionate and bright.

Heroic are the colors autumn wears.
Yet, soon its rich-hued robe will fade away,
to know the sting of winter's icy airs.
We wish our coldest season would delay.

The gleanings of these golden days are rich.
We hold such gifts within our hearts, sublime.
Nostalgia is the providence from which
we warm our souls the span of winter-time.

Stand firm through dormant seasons, sharp and cold.
Soon warmth will grace spring's light to be extolled.


Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

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A Spring Day

Once upon a spring arcadian scene
  The long cold winter hoar melts on the bud:
Romney low country lambs fattened to wean
  Chew in flocks upon the ruminant cud.
In stone moss stream, wild aromatic grass,
  The sleeping flower does uncloistered return:
But an ancient blood moon shall come to pass
  On the hilltop flax and green valley fern.
Soon the muster will shatter a false peace
  In cornucopia of beast and plume:
Nigh the yard gates will fill with milky fleece
  And only finest wool spin on the loom.
So becomes the burnt offering withal
For the butcher's blade is sharpened to fall.

July 1989

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Neighborhood View

Unimaginable design begins, in such a quiet fashion.
Just a hint appears, shaded, quivering upon limbs.
Which spread quickly, Mother Nature’s chilling whims.
Delightful colors explode, over hillsides, with passion.
Delivering sweet, falling spectacles, spreading compassion,
Blanketing countryside with color before each one dims.
Spreading stories, beautifully creating, countryside hymns,
They fade, slightly ashen, to prepare a winter ration.

Autumn season has the ability, to slow time down.
Allowing hearts, that see, to enjoy everlasting hue,
Dropping their worries, taking away any frown.
What a glorious season, that bids warmth, adieu.
True cascades, bright and cheery as a carnival clown.
Just stop, look around your neighborhood, for this view.

written 08/19/2012

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2012

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                      seasons is the relationship.
                                 changes a lot.
                      SUMMER tells us the value of FRIENDS.
                                  WINTER tells us the caring of FRIENDS.
                      SPRING is about the quarrel with the FRIENDS.
                                  AUTUMN tells about the LONELINESS.
                      THUNDER occurs when you fight with me.
                                  LIGHTING occurs when.,
                      i miss my LOVED ONE.
                                  RAIN occurs when.,
                      i spend time with my LOVELY ONE.
                                 BREEZE occurs when you give a SMILE after a CRY.
                      that's the life,
                                 which i spend with my DEAR ONE.

Copyright © lavanya ramamurthi | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Hope

And now the weeping willow turns to green.
So brilliant red, the robin’s breast,
Just like the sun, now sinking in the West,
And down the lane more signs of spring are seen :

The spiky blackthorn blossom’s shining white –
It looks as if the hedgerow’s decked with snow.
Beneath, the peeping primrose seems to glow
With luminous and creamy lunar light.

Come hear the soaring skylark’s tuneful song
And listen to the jackdaw’s chimney chat.
See squabbling sparrows startled by the cat
As through the undergrowth he slinks along.

We mark these signs of Spring so early in the year,
But damage from late frosts may dash our hopes I fear.

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014

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Snail's Simple Pace

The caramel leaves seem to fall from sky
In waves, as zephyr sings through chimes and eaves
Its song that whispers a fall lullaby
As a gentle rustling wind through autumn leaves

September a time to slow down, be still
Slowly now we have less light_ more dark
A drawing to home and hearth seems our will
Beckoning to fill with bounty our hearts

Caramel sauce for those crisp apples near
The heat of summer is in distant past
None of that snow of winter yet to fear
Watering chores of summer now are past

All things for coming winter out in place
Now one can slow to a snail's simple pace

In honor of Brian Strand's contest...

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Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

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The Seasons Of Our Love

We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring.
It was a time for newly-born passions;
Never fearing what the future could bring,
But probably not ready for love’s seasons.
From passion we created a new life
To bind us then more closer together.
When we finally became man and wife, 
Maybe Summer would then last forever.
In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown.
It seems like the seasons all leave to fast.
I’m grateful for the years of love I’ve known,
And feel for you like I felt in Springs past.
There’s nothing to fear about growing old,
Except living alone in Winter’s cold.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Leaves twirl through the chilly air
Leaving naked tree limbs flailing 
Soft sweaters cover me with care
Winds caress with gentle breezing

Crackling and popping beneath my feet
When I walk across the dirt pathway
Colorful leaves even cover the street
Creating oak, poplar and birch bouquet

Squirrels carry nuts into their haunts
While birds begin to fly toward the south
Melancholy feelings start to taunt
Bringing suspicions of winter’s mouth

Autumn is a season of colorful charms
When harvest begins at all the farms 

©2014 by Regina Riddle
Written on July 24, 2014

Copyright © Regina Riddle | Year Posted 2014

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Long, Gray Winter

November is a month of frost and cold,
reminding us that winter's grip benumbs.
With slate-gray skies, and winds both harsh and bold,
she casts her spell on us as fall succumbs.

The long bleak curve of winter days is here.
Each day we greet the sun's receding pyre.
When snow and blowing gale become severe,
we long to feel a hearth's warm, burning fire.

And though, each frosty night is dark and long,
our thoughts are staid on spring, both green and fair.
Endure this dormant season with the throng.
Await idyllic days both warm and rare.

Each winter, as a season, has a flow.
In time, it runs its course, and this we know.

                                                 Long, Gray Winter

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

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A Winter's Dream

On dark and dreary nights lonely trodden
  One does longing wait the winterless morn
Stood in a green meadow glade unsodden -
  Strobes of light tripping the riverbed spawn;
And smell errant rains in its scented bath
  Or perfumed scatterings in pollen's net -
That magical Eden, that mortal path
  When the sights and sounds of new life beget.
Rise gathering mist of the waterfowl, 
  And behold the colour and élan of spring!
The Morepork on nocturnal midnight prowl
  That casts its eye and spreads its speckled wing.
So blow again a warm and gentle breeze
On greensward and dryads in the gnarled trees.


A Morepork is a native New Zealand owl.

September 1996

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Out of heaven,the good Lord made
a garden that does not fade,
each Spring,His season,to renew
greeness with much grandeur to view;
Robins,starlings and sparrows new,
missel thrushes and blackbirds too,
nestling and nuture,here for free
just as He does,for you and me;
With pure innocence that I love ,
the soft and simple collared dove,
a fragile home of twigs and sticks
on which she, precarious  sits.

This symbol of peace and love,to
we on earth,from heaven  above

Inspired by Debbie's latest contest
see more at Gen 8 and Mt 3:16

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010

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Sonnet On The Sun

          Sonnet On The Sun

One orb and only one shines on in life
You are much warmer than the morning sun
Remember the volcanoes at Tenerife
Canary Islands paradise adrift in fun  

Hanging there upon a limb of golden time
We conjure elements of joy forever
What favors in the mind recall unwinds
When in our orbits moon pulls down its lever

But there within the walls of love light sealed 
The glow of life can’t hide inside forever 
There in the wicket world concealed, revealed 
That Winter breaks for kinder weather

My love with sun and moon gathered family
Their fortunes shine on together amicably 


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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First Light

Those who rise early see not just first light.
They see each plant and leaf embrace the sun.
Light bids each new green sprout to stand upright,
until sun's task of bold, bright work is done.

We till the fertile soils and plant new seed,
in hopes with light and water, one by one,
they'll yield good fruit as autumn days recede,
when harvesting and storing must be done.

The richness of our seasons can be seen,
when bins are filled with bounty from the earth.
This providence means life through seasons lean,
and those who meet first light provide this worth.

Endure the seasons known for wind and chill,
then greet the warm, spring light and know its thrill.

                                         First Light

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

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Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber

French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

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Summer Fun

Each summer - hurrah! We got out of school.
How much we could do outdoors to have fun.
Kickball we’d play; we’d ride bikes to the pool.
We’d spend nearly all our time in the sun.

Night time would find us outside our homes too
with siblings or with the neighborhood throng.
Sun lingered and there was still much to do
as evenings grew cool and shadows grew long. . . . 

And just before dark enveloped the day,
something would come that enthralled me the most -
small creatures that flitted every which way -
each blinking, then vanishing like a ghost.

I miss seeing fireflies, for it was grand
to catch and then hold one inside my hand.

Written Aug. 29, 2012

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012