a September sun-soaker
strolling across parking lot
in baby blue slip-on Skechers
so comfy, floating on afternoon
wearing Bills T-shirt, G-O B-I-L-L-S
still I’m not glued to the game
I’ll watch the recaps; must prioritize
reading, writing, studying, grooving
water my lantanas, hubby did
since we’re not seeing rain
perhaps the weather holds back
its tidings for a sudden snowfall
a nice lacy glisten, inches high
seeds planted in suspense, sea
of white waves and arctic air
dare we dream for fancy flakes
pumpkin patch, batting eyes
a little early, they morse code
orange is best and mellifluent leaves
kick that idea around and S-C-O-R-E
your gaze hides a love
entrenched deep within your heart
peeking through the veil
a shy glance that holds my world
like dahlia blooms all seasons
Autumn
A northwest breeze gently caresses my face,
and nine days linger until first day of fall.
Each change of seasons I readily embrace,
I see cascading leaves and hear Geese that call.
winter
Then comes winter with it’s seasonal blast,
when often, tree branches, wear winter attire.
Frequently this season leaves me downcast,
but the smouldering fire becomes my pacifier.
spring
Then buds sprout and grass begins to green,
spring always brings with it new birth.
I watch songbirds as they sing and preen,
and plant things that grow in God’s rich earth.
Summer
Summer is the season of some harsh extremes,
a sweltering heat index often affects my inhaling.
It conjures up my visions of rippling streams,
each season becomes a portrait God’s unveiling.
We met each other in the midst of summer.
Our hearts slowly became closer and closer.
We realized within past three months' time
Our minds see what we have is so sublime.
We first met each other mentally online,
Our hearts recognized how we are divine.
We reciprocated feelings of longing, craving.
Our minds filled with thoughts so loving.
We will spend this year's autumn together.
Our hearts' infatuation becoming deeper.
We'll soothe each other whenever we weep.
Our minds see through each other so deep.
We will see if we shall last past the winter.
Our hearts making our love all the stronger.
We'll hug one last time if you have to leave.
Our minds need to have faith and believe.
For the first time
in two months...
I closed the door,
summer is fading
into the crispness of fall.
Flower blossoms are poor,
yet production is rich,
creating seed
for spring's progeneration.
Leaves begin trading
their summer attire
for the season's new color,
as I clean out the hearth
for a cozy night's fire.
PUMPKIN KING
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Lo! A sight to behold, a vision wonderous,
a majestic pumpkin, round and full of grace
with skin, a masterpiece in orange, sublime.
With fingertips soft, I trace its curves,
marveling at how nature creates and serves,
for every line and curve crafted by Nature’s hand.
This one pumpkin, oh how it spoke to me
whispering tales of fall's delight,
of warmth, comfort, and cozy nights.
I cradled it close, the pumpkin king,
a symbol of reigning abundance, seasonal delight
for within its depths, flavors rich and seeds galore.
With reverence, I carried off my find,
grateful for the magic of Nature’s simple things--
the pumpkin king, perfect in form and design.
Days grow short, and nights draw near.
On our porch pumpkin king reigns, round and true,
a symbol of seasonal change.
AUTUMN AFTERNOON
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spice cake on the table
aroma wafts through the air
coziness, tranquility
cup of hot cocoa
warms hands
sipping comforts soul
world slows
gone is hurried pace
time takes reprise
sun hangs low
rays cascade down
golden orb sighs
trees stand tall
leaves ablaze
hues of crimson, amber, and brown
air is crisp
hint of chill
warmth in our embrace
meander along winding path
footfalls crunch fallen leaves
autumn’s scent fills the breeze
world goes by
colors change under the sky
autumn charms
revel in this scene
cherish autumn’s fleeting days
winter is on its way
INDIAN SUMMER
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Autumn comes as a chariot of nature's flame. From woodland browns are born reds and golds to warm heart and soul. The leaves, like flags waving in every sweet breeze, swirl in a wind-choreographed dance. Soon they rest upon the forest floor, embracing their destiny to feed each earthen wintry root.
seasonal trustees
summertime takes final bow
fall heeds her calling
starry autumn night
season brings artistic hand
harvest abundance
sunshine on warm september mornings
autumn eases in quiet and on tiptoes
love in many splendoured colours
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back door breeze.
relief from sophistry.
sounds of ink
dipping into darkness.
I see moonbows,
or I’d like to; believe
in wings of brightness,
breath of sweet season.
quicksand takes my breath.
soothing tunes of velvet
like romantic violins
reel me in; I need briskness -
a cold blast. I need leaves
to relieve my melancholia.
don’t refuse me the hues
of Autumn, a drift of falling.
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
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spring forward into
fall ahead of polar white
season cycle memes
FALL
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Falling leaves, once vibrant fists of green, bow to placid flames.
Autumnal breeze plays in both up-tempo and gentle lulls.
Leaves, a symphony of umbers and golds, serve as crunching meditation.
Living life fully in sanguine scarlet before the season’s gentle letting go.
A reason for Seasons,
All things have their season, everything happens for a reason,
Existence is teasing us,
Pleasing us in return,
Our flame continues to burn,
As we turn into the experience,
Taking chance after chance,
Growing into a dance,
A romance with life,
Fighting for flight,
Shining bright,
Fruits hold on tight,
Excited for the harvest,
Only when it's ripist,
Will it taste the best,
The beating in your chest,
Experiences the rest,
As you test the waters,
Tasting the wonders,
A roar thunders through the realm,
Awareness at the helm,
Awakening earths element,
You are what I meant,
Walking the firmament,
Lying dormant,
Wondering where it went,
The reason you were sent,
A changing environment,
Soon to be forgotten,
As the rest of the fruit lies rotten,
Feeling downtrodden,
Pushed to the end,
Until life sends a spark,
Lifting us from the dark,
To embark on a new season,
A reason for being,
Seeing love in everything,
Singing for all to see,
The new growth on your tree.
Thanx for the spark Soulsters?
Have a beautiful day
GOLDEN AUTUMN
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golden leaves descend,
whisper tales of summer,
sun-kissed memories.
cool, gentle breeze carries them,
to earth, a gilded slumber.
Specific Types of Seasons Poems
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