Summer Abecedarian Poems

Sweet summer child,
You know not of the cold
That hits you hard.
It aches your soul
and wounds your heart.
Scars are left behind
To haunt you for
Days. Years and...

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Autumn is a time we remember.
By recalling the beauty of September
Cascading kaleidoscopic tints and hues,
Delight us with daily changing views.
Enchanting summer days begin to change
Fast....

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A is for Acorns how to the ground they fall.
B is for butterfly the prettiest insect of all.
C is for caterpillars who crawl On the...

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August is almost a memory
Breezy cool nights are getting stronger
Colorful days of autumn soon will stay
Days are shorter, nights are longer
Each falling leaf brings us...

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A sip, a slice, a taste of summer
Birds twitter and dragonflies dance
Children running, taking a chance
Days as hot as the sun
Enjoy a chilled glass of...

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Assuring more time to embrace the earth's sun
Brings with it sweet pleasures summer has spun.
Casting out a line in search of a suffering soul, 
Derives...

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After the dreary, dismal cold days of winter,
Bogged down by mounds of snow, 
Chicago, the indomitable city,
Dogged by ears-flapping, bone-chilling winds,
Emerges like a blooming flower...

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 abecedarian 

An arch's lowest stone from which it springs is a springer
Bounce in one’s step common to infatuation
Cricket term – one of a set...

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Absent is the frigid cold
Breath expelled now goes unseen
Come are days of warmth and light
Dawning of the longer days
Ere the twinkling stars of night
Forest green...

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At any moment spring might arrive
Be prepared with a light jacket in hand
Can you feel the cold wind running away?
Dance with me as the meadows...

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almost every day
before the sun’s first blinding ray
clouds are touched by warmest hues
displaying their splendid red-soled shoes
each a ship of cumulus shape
far and high their...

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Already the leaves are staining red,
Blood, too thin, seeps through taut skin,
Capillaries weak walled and weeping;
Dying Summer bows proud head,
Emptied of green glory;
Filled, fiery cauldrons...

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