Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree
Its naked branches shiver silently all around me
Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face
I’m out on the moors; it’s such a desolate place
I yearn for spring where dainty daffodils dance
on zephyr breeze, it’s such a sweet romance
Sultry summer skies bring warm winds to enthrall
Beautiful blossoms pirouette perfectly as they fall
Autumn brings blustery gales swirling all around
Rich russet leaves tumble, carpeting the ground
Terrifying tornadoes wreak havoc across some lands
In wake of its destruction not a building still stands
Cooling summer breezes or a blustery gale is blowing
We can’t see wind but its effect in the trees is showing
2nd place in Elements Part 2 Wind. Sponsored by Brian Davey judged 3/29/16
Submitted to second place contest sponsored by Laura Loo
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
The Wisdom Of Winter
Oh the memories of Spring
much more the sweeter grow,
when you are at Autumn’s end
and faced with Winter’s snow.
Oh the new and budding things
that make for Spring’s delight,
fast mature in Summer’s day
to fade in Autumn’s night.
Oh that it was Spring again,
life pulsating anew;
hope dancing in its gentle breeze
and promise in its dew!
Oh that it was Spring again,
I’d more the wiser be,
and linger longer on its path
of sweet simplicity!
But one cannot be wise in Spring
for it’s a time to dream;
and only Winter sees the truth
of every season’s scheme.
Sandra M. Haight
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 242
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
It’s the season when the countryside is renewed
When a kaleidoscope of colours can be viewed
Wearing emerald skirts, here comes stunning spring
Hark! You can almost hear the lovely bluebells ring!
Pretty pink blossom dresses the Sakura trees
It will fall like confetti on the zephyr breeze
Daffodils raise their sleepy heads in a blaze of gold
Colourful crocuses and irises are a joy to behold
Lambs gambol around in the lush green fields
I adore the stunning beauty that spring time yields
03 15 17
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
Oh brightest twinkling star
Stationary as you are...
Watching seasons change
As they slowly rearrange
From winter's snowy birth
Whitening most of earth,
To see sweet flowers sing
With the breath of spring,
Into heat of summer's sun
Where cooling rivers run,
Until the bright hued trees
Lose their lovely leaves.
You watch it all from afar...
My beautiful twinkling star.
© Connie Marcum Wong
*Note: I wrote this for my 3 and a half year old granddaughter, Carissa, who enjoys poetry. I want to encourage that! I will explain to her that stars only seem to be stationary.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
New Years Resolution?
Heck no, I don't care
Making time to suffer
I see no reason there
Eat a little less
lose the sugar and the salt
Eat a good dinner
that's what i was taught
Try to get some exercise
maybe lose some weight
Really, I have no problem
with my plus size waist
Slow down with your drinking
it's really not that cool
How do I have a real good time
if I don't act a fool
Stop that crazy driving
cut down on the road rage
If they don't want to drive
they better get out of my way
You need to stop smoking
it's bad for your health
You need to stop talking
and worry about yourself
Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2010
When twilight hangs on the silver of trees
In ways the boughs are draped with frost's release,
My tempo of whistling strides and feet unfurl
Beneath the dome of clouds, set in misty pearl.
Lilacs pose with sheen in a crystal dress
On branches gracing a season's finesse,
The nightingales coo of winter's refrain
Along roads where love finds sweet comfort gained.
In solace, I marvel at this jeweled hour
As lanterns guide my stroll through night's tower!
Juli- Michelles's Rhyme Battle, Round 3
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011
Driving to my job one February day,
Watching how the sky made everything seem gray.
I felt a little glum and uninspired.
Sunshine and verdant springtime I desired.
A shaft of light appeared from overhead.
It was as if my thoughts were being read!
Mesmerized, I gazed at the brilliant white.
Tinged with gold, it flooded sky with light.
I drove on, but a new thought filled my mind.
My happy spring would not be far behind.
Written 2/2/13 for Seren Roberts' Shaft of Light Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
We wave goodbye to winter with its ice and frost and snow
That thick blanket on the ground it has melted long ago
The icy fingers of Jack Frost now no longer feel the cold
For brighter days of spring will warm his bones so old
Dull dark days are behind us and the winter chill has passed
Spring is waiting in the wings; golden days are here at last!
Our clocks will soon spring forward and we lose an hour’s sleep
Bright crocuses and tulips through the earth begin to peep
We welcome in the spring, she is dressed in emerald green
She drapes herself on trees where new leaves can be seen
Lambs gambol in the fields oh how I love to see them play
They bounce around so happily on a warm and sunny day
Dainty daffodils dance delightfully in the zephyr breeze
Unfortunately poor hay fever sufferers now begin to sneeze!
Our days are getting longer and the sun begins to shine
Oh how I adore this time of year - our glorious springtime!
Contest: Celebration Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
< Cascading lakes and streams
The loon stands out it seems
Minnesota's state bird
I know it must sound absurd
Adopted in nineteen sixty one
Wails and yodels heard under the sun
Black and white bearing red eyes
Wingspans five feet can make one cry
Body lengths up to three feet
Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat
They are high speed flyers
And great underwater divers
They can dive up to ninety feet
In pursuit of fish they want to eat
They are even on our license plates
An critical habitat drawn on metal slates
Twelve thousand of these unique birds
God that has to be a lot of turds
But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010
The crying of a lonely night,
pine's branches drooping moonlit white
as sighing winds touch heaven’s gate,
without the need to stand and wait
for every roaming rainclouds' stare,
she needs to ask the why or where
in moments when pain veils her face
so sullen, yet so full of grace;
as her swan wings clutch twilight's hues
dripping tears from September's dues
yet, eyes open their crystal plumes
with hopes of flowers' newborn blooms
Contest: Joyce Johnson's The Rhyming Game
By: nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011
Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade
Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced
Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow
Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2009
Shortening nights are approaching all too fast
Warm days of summer are a thing of the past
Farmers busy themselves in the field
Nature’s bountiful crops now yield
Apple trees groan under the strain
This abundant harvest must not remain
Trees are now dressed with a golden glow
Wet days are forecast; bitter winds will blow
Jack frost snaps his icy fingers
White hoar frost soon gently lingers
Light snow falls; winter is now delivering
White woolly coats stop sheep from shivering
Contest - Seasonal Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Shadow Hamilton
17th September 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Summer had her delights
With sunny days, warm nights.
Fall brings a little chill
Cool nights, frost on high hills.
Colors change upon trees
This for most surely please.
Now is time for amour
Did view you from afar
Now will learn who you are.
Long to ride upon your back
Hold your mane, feel your tack..
Contest: "Two To Fourteen"
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
Drinking morning dews from grass; sun looks healthy,
Housing red yellow rays, sky looks lovely and pretty.
Mountain stands strong wearing deep green garment,
Within white Kans grasses, river looks lovely at its best.
With blessing of winter; trees smile nice bowing its head,
Holding sweet tasty fruits; painting green, orange, red.
Losing all its temper; Sun sleeps on flower petal nest,
Bringing colors from heaven, garden paints better best.
With intensity of darkness; thunder grows to its extreme,
Earth perfumes well; swathing crust with sweet night queen.
Couple feel well; getting pleasure of tight hugs at deep night,
Consuming warmth of blanket,enjoying cold with sexual fight.
Birds return nest for their best, early in the frosty evening,
Wearing white vapor blanket, earth is dull in the morning.
Making fire camp in morning, grandpa tells story of their own,
How he purchased gold necklace, with present price of a gown.
With waving golden crops; earth performs dance nice,
Winter paints its best hues in the farmer’s innocent eyes.
Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016
The nights seem longer, testament,
To summer’s toil, her seeds are spent
The blue moon grants us one more chance,
To thank the earth for sustenance
And dreams of winter’s thoughtful peace,
Beside the fire’s warm release
Of memories gained and stacked like wood,
Beside the hearth where hearts have stood
‘till spring again, when waters free,
To bless the earth from sea to sea
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010
Twinkle night in the starry sky
They look so near but so so far
The moon above in aqua blue
Looking down on me and you
The heavens grace snow laid-en park
Tree's glisten light up the dark
A slight noise disturbs the birds
Whose sanctuary in this white world
Blackened dots against the sky
Flying above you and I
Sea of Tranquillity ocean of stars
Land of Earth, worlds apart
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2006
I have determined to age with grace
To show off each wrinkle on my face.
I now accept there is more of me
Much more than there was at twenty three.
There’s a sprinkling of the salt in my hair
That mixes well with the pepper there.
The spring of my life has given way
To vibrant colors that will turn grey.
I know that Summer must bow to Fall
And then Fall will answer Winter’s call
Every age has beauty I've been told
There’s bitter sweet pain in growing old.
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
The Great White Pumpkin
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Ghostly Pumpkin dull and white
Plans to give a ghastly fright.
Rough and tough his wrinkled skin
Mesmerizing twenty men.
Soon “Big Buddy” comes around.
Cuts a circle in his crown.
Jagged teeth and fearsome smile
Eyes and eyebrows carved in style.
Tasty innards scraped right out.
“Where's my nose?” White Pumpkin shouts!
Come on partner night grows dark.
Time to start the candle's spark.
Glowing eyes on front porch steps
Watch young goblins full of pep.
“Trick-or-Treat” the children chime.
Great White Pumpkin sings in time.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009
The last rose of summer is rapidly fading on the vine.
'Twas once as brilliant as a splendid claret Bordeaux wine.
Alas, autumn frosts hath wrought their deadly sting.
Thankfully, another will bring me pleasure come next spring!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014
My garden is unfolding before my startled eyes.
Each blossom as it opens is a welcome, glad surprise.
The daffodils are blooming and spread sunshiny cheer,
While the tulips are struggling to hold up their heads this year.
The plum trees are in blossom, their branches snowy white,
Others playing possum keep their new buds closed up tight.
Rhododendrons showing color, camellias in full bloom,
The scene is ever changing in my outdoor living room.
Crocuses and small snowdrops are already past their prime.
Anemones and pansies are expected anytime.
A bunny in my garden is looking for a deal.
And eagle in my birch tree, eyes the bunny for a meal.
Oh my garden in the springtime is an optical delight,
While predators of every kind are looking for a bite.
I must find a way to thwart them without poisoning the land..
I will share with the less greedy, slugs and aphids must be banned.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
Slowly the light comes into my eyes.
The morning is here and that's no surprise.
Thin lines of the sun's rays shine through.
An open curtain from across my bedroom.
My eyelids are heavy and feel so dry.
Trying to wipe the long sleep from my eye.
The tiniest particles of dust float softly from my bed.
Splatter across thin lines of light just above my head.
I wonder to myself, should I get up or just stay.
The covers so warm and wishing to remain this way.
The smell of fresh coffee is permeating the air.
Who could it be making hot coffee out there?
A bright new day has started for all of us, not just me.
Come into my dream with me and see how great it can be.
Copyright © Donald Williams | Year Posted 2013
Through sand and haze beach goers stroll
Leaving footprints where soft crested waves roll
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013
Baseball seasons here
Starts when summer is near
If the first baseman catches the ball
I hope the ump makes a good call
Eating sunflower seeds
Winning is what we need
That means school being out is near
Until next year
by jake doyle
Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013
My garden window lets me know
That soon the autumn winds will blow.
Summer’s sweet dance will be replete
With wet days turning into sleet.
An abundant harvest. . . sublime,
With ripe fruits gathered just in time
Before light snow covers the ground
And hoar frost on the fence is found.
In shortening days, autumn’s breeze
Takes one’s breath in colorful trees.
Leaves, shivering, drift one by one
As they welcome the autumn sun.
Soon icy fingers cling to eaves
And the swirling dance of the leaves
Keeps time to earth’s harmonic song
As each season dances along.
September 16, 2015
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
The playing starts each October in the fall.
But alas, this year there is no basketball.
Another season should have started for the NBA.
However, fans will not see their teams play.
From the Knickerbockers in New York, to the Lakers in LA,
will this competition start? Nobody can say.
As we approach winter, there is increasing doubt.
The owners have gotten together and locked the players out.
We will not see free throws or slam dunks today.
It appears there will be no playoffs in May.
With no basketball to see, where shall we go?
Perhaps a blizzard will come, and we will shovel snow.
For Francine's Winter Couplet contest (a winter sport (watching or participating) category chosen).
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
Time for all seasons is his plan,
roaming all of nature’s land.
Flowers bloom, their brightness fade,
Waters of life, we drink and wade.
Flowers spent, with grief we cry,
gazing upon the heavens high.
In seek of comfort, joy, and peace,
birds sing soothing, grief release.
Breath of breeze whispers love,
from the Holy one above.
Trees of shelter for mortal man,
until He holds us in his hand.
Love and peace for eternity!
For: Brian Strand's
Poem of Faith Contest
Won Honorable Mention
July 1, 2010
Copyright © Carolyn Henderson | Year Posted 2010
Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand
Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around
Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before
Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below
Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began
Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise
My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
Potpourri of seasonal change drifts in the air.
Summer wanders near the clouds and everywhere.
Beach's pride of blazing sands is growing dim.
Soon the painted landscape wakes upon a whim.
Seeds are sown of Autumn's riches nearly here.
Summer wanes; we say hello to Autumn's cheer.
Leaves will change from sparkling green to golden blaze.
Now a bit of crispness lingers in our days.
Summer has it's wealth of fun and lovely weather.
Yet I adore the Fall when folks are drawn together.
Beauty all around and holidays I love.
Surely Autumn's sent to us from up above!
written August 31st, 2014
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014