F alling in love with Winter; she’s ice cold dressed in snow white lace
A ll the while dating Summer, who’s still sizzling hot
L ove affairs bruised with revengeful reds, oppressed oranges, and yelling yellows
L eaving Summer with a promise to one day rekindle their love
Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2009
A utumn is a woman. Bedecked in gold and crimson, hair
U pswept, serene, she warmly glistens till capriciously shaking her
T resses loose and imbibing northern winds, she begins to
U ndulate, and underneath a streaked
M agenta twilight sky, this loveliest of
N ymphs then beckons you. . .
R hapsodies of memories not played since long
A go rise up in you. Old
P assions never quite forgotten swell your breast. Surrendered
T o, she can unleash in you. . . feelings yet
U ntapped. But all too soon, her
R hythm, tenuous, recedes, and all who have ever been
E nraptured, must face the old man Winter’s cold embrace.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
Wind and frost have come to bite our noses while
Images of glistening snow sparkle in the moonlight.
Nights in this valley have brought us a taste of heaven,
Tranquil scenes we see while taking our evening stroll.
Everyone in their houses getting ready for evening in silence,
Reaching home we cuddle drinking cocoa by the fireplace enjoying winter.
Judy Konos: The Lazy Contest
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
We are known for our football, bratwurst, and beer,
Iridescent blue lakes with fresh waters, crystal clear,
Summer's sun blazes hot enough to make skin burn,
Cheese producing dairy farms are around every turn,
Our bright autumn leaves change their colors with ease,
Near spring, the scent of lilac floats upon the breeze,
Snowy winters, with temperatures below zero degrees,
In our green forests, raccoons and deer have a home,
Near the roadside, wildflowers grow wherever you roam.
Harley-Davidson was born, where the eagles fly free,
Wisconsin is as close to heaven, as home can be.
Kim Merryman's contest - "Tell Me About Where You're From"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
Days of autumn enter late September,
Yearly glory in hues to remember.
Naked limbs cling to mem’ries of summer
As cool longer nights lead to sweet slumber.
Mountain tops catch the first drifts of snow
Inviting cold winds to the valleys below.
Copious colors patch a quilt beneath trees
And nature again gifts a harvest to please.
Under horizons of soft orange skies
The gathering of pumpkins soon will arise.
Upon Halloween each carved funny face
Meets with delight as children thrill to place
New costumes on for ‘trick or treat’ fun.
© Connie Marcum Wong
September 5, 2012
Contest: Any poem that received honorable mention
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2012
Summer awakens one warm afternoon
uncurling a wave, and sailing with charms.
Makes up her bed with the sand in her hair,
merrily shaking a red gingham spread,
extracting a hotdog, and tossing the bread,
raising her eyes, as a seagull is fed
For Brian Strand's Contest: #217
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
As cooler air replaces summer's heat,
Unbridled joy bursts forth so sweet.
Truly autumn is a wondrous time of year,
Ushering in cool breezes and warm cheer.
Metamorphosis turns green leaves to red and gold,
Nature's lush palette unveiled for all to behold.
Dancing leaves twirl hither and thither to the ground,
Enchanting us with their waltzes as they go round.
Little children form them into piles, then jump in.
Innocent, carefree fun reminds us when,
Growing up we once played the same as they,
Helter skelter, tossing, crunching leaves all day.
Truly autumn is my favorite season of them all.
Entered in Andrea's "Fave" contest
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2012
Objurgatory crow lookout
Cawing to obdurate friends
Telling them to flee fall garden
Opossum grins by Persimmon
Because berries gone as are figs
Every animal has eaten fill
Ready now for winter's rest
Excitedly written for:
"Fall Is Around The Corner"
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
Click on:"About This Poem"
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
Springing and bounding like a lamb
Playfully, gamboling over the ground.
Rumbles of thunder assaulting the ear
Incessant lightning, earth trembling in fear.
Nature is fickle, and inscrutably wild,
Glowing with vigor--an unruly child.
Shimmering heat waves swim and rise,
Under the blazing, noonday skies.
Mercury rising, seeking the sky.
My vision is bleary--sweat in my eyes.
Everyone wondering, “When will it end?”
Remembering winter--bring it again.
Autumn colors flaming bright
Under azure autumn light.
Tender hearts holding fast
Untold feelings from the past.
Mellow, yellow, harvest moons,
Night time bonfires, off-key tunes.
White snow blanketing fallen leaves,
Icicles forming on dripping eaves.
North wind moaning through the trees,
Temperature falling below the knees.
Eagerly waiting for robins to sing,
Readily awaiting arrival of spring.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006
Reaching out early in a quest for sun
Impatient to reveal their lavender glory
Emanate golden mustaches on cheerful faces
Showing a sense of humor
*Entry for Carol's "Flowers of Spring" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
Overhead, skeins of geese begin their annual flight.
Colorful robes of foliage adorn the trees for our delight.
Towering mountains wear crowns of glistening snow.
Over earth the harvest moon casts it's mellow glow.
Babbling brooks will soon be covered with shimmering ice.
Enterprising squirrels gather their winter's fare to suffice.
Radiant sunsets are painted by the Master Artist that are so nice!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Carol Brown's "FALL IS AROUND THE CORNER" Contest - Sep 2011
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2011
These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.
Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.
Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.
Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.
Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.
Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010
My umbrella helps keep me totally dry
As torrential May showers fall from up high
Yet soon I see a rainbow and azure blue sky
Showers provide moisture to water our plants
How the seedlings grow, in the warm winds they dance
Our gardens are bursting with colours so bright
With pretty pansies smiling, oh what a delight
Earth needs precious rain and I love the petrichor
Rising from the soil it’s a scent I adore
So I really appreciate May showers (but hope they don’t last for many hours!)
May Showers Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
Snow draped folds like loose Cashmere curtains cover the evergreen boughs
pining for the lengthening days of each succeeding sunrise,
reticent to see the cold of night fall once again on the lonely landscape.
In this fallow world of darkness quiet is the norm, hushed silence,
nothingness, invading the shadows that fall ominously across the reaching branches
giving a sense of preternatural sleep to each living creature, each plant,
inhabiting the frigid winter's lonely, desolate abode.
Surreptitiously, the awakening begins, slowly and without notice,
Cyclamen hidden deep in the forest break free from their frozen bed of bounteous soil
oblivious to the naked dreaming deciduous trees that surround it.
Malaise broken, they reach their softly painted petals to the warmth of the sun
in perfect unison dancing the Danse Macabre to remind winter of its inevitable demise.
Narcissus will soon send forth his papery white blossoms to mock the
glow of the radiant gleen of the melting frost.
Summer still distantly drowsing cares not for the struggle of life born
out on frozen winter days and Autumn is but a memory now glowering in its
ostentatious robes of leafy brilliance; though, the
nor'easter may yet blow, just look and you'll see the signs, Spring is coming soon.
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2017
S erenade under harvest moon;
E mbrace the melody of its tune.
P ulsing rich blue veins to excite,
T ransmitting profuse love tonight.
E mbers burn scarlet from its glow,
M easureless kindness starts to flow.
B efore the moment fails to grow;
E mbody under harvest moon,
R eminisce its seductive tune.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "Fall Is Around The Corner” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
Oct. 1, 2011
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011
T ulips in bloom, aligned in a row
U sing our eyes to see the beauty they show.
L et them burst forth with bright petals so bold,
I n various colors, a sight to behold.
P erfumed fragrances now fill the air,
S pring has arrived, there's signs everywhere!
Copyright © RALPH TAYLOR | Year Posted 2011
Autumn arrives and trees are brown
Up comes the wind, leaves tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
Upon the ground they formed a tapestry of colors
Merrily furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing by
No seasons has such beauty as this autumnal face.
September 30, 2014:
Sixth Place win
Seasonal Acrostic by Charlotte Puddifet
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
Listless, the rains come falling on empty hands.
Ashen hands, that stirred the last embers, worried
the skies would not give way against the raging sun
even though the forecast called and called, no rains.
Entering like ants, the clouds wisp and invade.
Quiescence of smoke, like camouflage for sky
unclear of intent to blind or hunt or cackle,
illicit due to negligence and addressed the same,
nebulous rain, becomes our hoped for refrain.
Outside the mirror of our longing for rest, exploded
X-fire in color, sound and fire, progress toward our prayers.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2012
E aster! Born of ultimate love!
A Lamb, unblemished, laid down and died
S ins, each one, was paid in full
T ortured, disrespected, denied, betrayed
E entered Hades, ripped veil, bringing prophets of old, to
R ose victorious, conquered death
J esus Christ, joy astounding, Risen Lord! The Lion and the Lamb
O ver two thousand years, though maligned, still alive!
Y our hopes and mine, all rest in Him
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010
White is the landscape as far as I can see.
Ice is the brook that is in close proximity.
Nights are much longer than the days.
Toward the south is the bird that no longer stays.
Everyone is aware of the time of the season.
Roosting is indoors, and the cold is the reason.
Winter is here, whether you like it or not.
On it being cold until March, bet everything you’ve got.
Not much going on outside until the warmth arrives.
Dwelling near the heater is how we will live our lives.
Even the animals know better than to go out in the cold.
Running outside? You have to be very bold.
Lazy me. I will spend much of my time in bed.
All the cabin fever can easily mess up my head.
Nothing to do? Honey, I say we have it made.
Dear, get closer to me. I’m in the mood to get laid.
For Francine's Holiday Acrostic Challenge
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
The beginning of my thanks begins at knees,
Having my aches eased, or body suffused,
All that comes to mind is sleep and serene.
Nobody that offers bread can empty,
Knives may cut meat and find platter greasy,
Supper ended, dishes done, there’s always cheer.
Give one for the road, one for tomorrow,
Invest within self, hugs or tomato growing,
Venture into unknown so what is known
Is another taste that takes you back to home.
Nothingness can fill everyone’s hands if home
Gives back to our bodies and delivers to me peace.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2012
Melting snows begin to fade
As a newborn season arrives,
Refreshing our lives grown dull.
Cradled in green budding leaves,
Hushed by the winds of spring.
Written on August 10th, 2015
My birthday is March 4th, 1983
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
As the sun begins to fade
Under the gradual onset of winter,
Tapestries of rich colour are
Unveiled as the
Metamorphosis of Mother
Nature begins once more.
Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2009
Summer creeps in with
Unwavering heat beating down
Merciless upon face and core
Minds racing thinking of
Every way to stay cool
River rafting, wading in cool water with
Some cold lemonade or iced tea
Ocean breezes, salty water
Lapping at your heels while the
Sultry hot summer days cause
Trees to stand so silent
In the hazy summer air as the
Countryside is bathed in a brilliant sun
Engaging all in summer fun
Copyright © Carmen Penchi aka Sunshine | Year Posted 2015
Lilacs bloom to welcome Spring,
Into my home, their blossoms I bring.
Lilac's fragrance dispels the gloom.
Aroma fills every room.
Comforting scent says winter is past.
Spring! Oh Spring, is here at last!
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
E very garden vegetable
E ntertained by man
T aste and see that it is good!
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
West wind whispers round the eves
Inside the fire flames with a flamboyant response
Nowhere to go, nothing that has to be done
Time to reflect on life and to rebuild strength
Enjoying nature as she wears a white gown
Relaxed and patiently waiting for the first green bud
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
Soft sun and gentle rain
Penetrate earth’s mantle
Rejuvenating life, long dormant
In winter’s grasp;
Nature wakes and a new
Generation of life begins.
Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2010
Amplitude of seasoning--spicy colors, zesty scents,
Unbridled passion conceals a crumbling heart;
Twilight violins in tumult bow strident cacophony,
Unmasking the harvest madness in the corn.
Maternal? Never! So unlike her sister Spring,
Nonconforming Bohemian is all Autumn plans to be.
Copyright, September 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
Window panes cheerily frosted
Insiders huddle to stay warm
Nights start early and end late
Tea blends are honeyed to taste
Early diggers shovel after each storm
Rambunctious boys want to skate
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014