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Four Sisters

Spring stirs her eager young
Giving life, renewed to those
Who stand about and doze
She whispers hope of things begun
Beneath winter's cold repose.

Summer, smiling golden rays
With ample breasts of rain
Feeds and soothes the pain
Of changing white to green to gray
While dressing her wards again.

Fall, donning multicolored hues
Weeps, her leaves cascading
As her life is brilliantly fading
She takes with her the morning dew
Leaving frost in the trading.

Winter, wearing crystal shards
Bares her nudity to all
Standing gracefully tall
She lays a white robe upon my yard
While singing her wanton call.

And I..., I sit patiently by
Watching through shielding glass
Four sisters marching past
Thanking God who dwells on high
For His daughters stark contrasts.

                    Timothy I. Brumley

Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010

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She drifts in radiance waking nightfall with palette's hues, tresses of amber flames drip of vibrant sensation… and so, in the glide of July nestling on grass and bouquets, she waltzes through moon’s notes with a luster of desire, bursting into sheer madness on my glossed skin… Oh how she flickers more dauntless than a blend of passion and ease , flitting like a gypsy whose spirit enters inside my pores... And Maiden of Summer thrusts her tanned arms fluid, raw, loving: then, to explode into an awakened prance which enhances love's sizzle through her open light gently reeling with my bold adventures; only to fade quickly in luscious splendour. Screwed XV by Rob Carmack Uploaded 10.16.2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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Autumn's Breeze

Autumn drapes her lacey hoarfrost
Upon the vanishing vivid leaves of 
Colored trees, upon the fences and fields
Gracing them with her demure beauty.

With her breathy chill animals prepare
For Jack Frost's stealthy fall arrival.
When his first flakes begin to fall...
Oh the beauty of it all makes one sigh.

Glorious winter twirls her pristine skirt
And naked trees welcome her white layers.
When snow has covered all the grounds
And crystals in ice cycles hang from eave's

It is winter who has been crowned Queen.
Without her blizzard bringing the freeze
No ice skating fun for eager little ones,
Or romantic skating on the moonlit lake.

There's sleigh rides in the snow as children
Show adults how much fun it can be
To build a much loved snowman, as they
Recall the glory of it all from younger years.

10-28-17 rev.

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016

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Testing the water with bare toes
I will recoil
to the misted edge of hoarfrost
softened soil
peek through eyes of Crocus
and Jonquil
at the emptiness my promise
must fullfil.

I’ll whisper to the branches shy
with cold
to remember seasoned stories
they were told
beckon to the passing birds -
let us celebrate this
un-chilled night.

My warming fingers, reaching gently,
thaw river ice
as softened earth imparts my scent
to foggy spice
worms wiggle in the drizzling
April showers
as dawn tempts the stretching vines
climb empty bowers.

I will touch each aching heart
with sunshine’s gift
releasing all from stifling 
Winter’s grip
nestle with the Cardinals
and Jays
languish in renewals
warming haze.

submitted to Seasons – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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He saunters in with a slow steady gait
gathering all of nature in his warm embrace.

The whimsical artist splashes colors to sky;
miniature airplanes and exotic shaped kites.

Vocal chords of moon beams strummed by crickets and toads;
a serenade through open windows of our humble abodes.

So light on his feet; ocean's glass dance floor;
leading sailboats to sea and lovers to shore.

His breath on your neck puts you under his spell;
caught up in his love, as romances swell.

His pulse beats hot through sun ray veins,
then he showers us with gifts of cool, fresh rain.

We lounge with him in fields and meadows,
and miss him as Fall nudges him deep in the shadows.

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015

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S - P - R - I - N - G Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired, his grip weakening, he breathes his last. The frowning skies finally crumble fast revealing downy blue clouds that waltz The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall touching, caressing but melting adagio the white icy coats among branches... The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves then upon naked arms of trees curls the color green trembling with symptoms of spring. Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums. Evergreen trees duet as they whistle to calm tunes of nippy breeze. All around a choir blushing fountain hues of brown, red, pink and yellow. Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost now stands. They burst with grins and jolts-- like squirrels bouncing up and down. Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by! Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps-- running dry with the heat rising slow on air. It stirs sweet liquid pearls to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells. Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar... Lured, they dance on merry-go-round in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine. Coats and boots all pack and rolled away, chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair as little children prance to do some plays. _____________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY -- JANUARY 07, 2015 Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Contest Name: Seasons Placed 1st ©O.E. Guillermo 06:49 pm, January 01, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last, 
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above - 
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
	There is a pulse.

One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them, 
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
	There is a pulse.

One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
	There is a pulse.

Copyright © John Taylor | Year Posted 2010

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As Dark-Eyed Junco birds head north I know, You’re not far behind with warmer weather in tow.
With an experienced artist’s colorful brush, You skillfully paint away winter’s gray slush.
Bringing sweet sunshine and cleansing rain, Ravaged Earth you renew with rainbows again.
Crocuses yellow and white are brightly blooming, Oh my goodness, you are absolutely amazing!
Even the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of woodpeckers Tell me you are here – what mesmeric music to my ears.
Wrens return building nests and spreading their wings, Flying high in your blue skies as they joyously sing.
Coming alive at the wave of your magical wand, My elated heart soars and I feel superbly grand.
I love your cool breath so fresh and tender, And light butterfly kisses that you gently render.
But my dearest Spring, as much as I enjoy being with you, I have a jealous lover, Summer - so this has to be adieu.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

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Feathered Seasons

Peering out of the nest
newly budded tree limb swaying
jostling me as I await
the early bird of spring
returning with breakfast.

Dust-dancing in the heat
testing my wings
in cat stalked gardens
leaving home
at mother’s request.

Dodging the blowing leaves
red crested trees mimic me
as I revel in ripened plenty
puffing feathers in the coolness
of a new felt stirring.

The wind no longer cradles me
in weakened warmth of sun’s
long shadowed departure.
I fly to a known – unknown
drawn by a distant calling.


submitted to – Seasons – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016

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Autumn is a thief! She stole my gown of gold She let it fall gently onto the ground out of my reach! Naked …I'm totally naked, denuded of my fabulous fallen frock Now I'm at the mercy of the wild wicked winter winds I’ll shiver until spring brings me a new dress of vibrant green Not posted in time for contest 11~13~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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October's Horizon

Grieving over postscripts

of a faded summer memory,

an outstretched autumn's arm

reaches through the trees---


Her leaf-fluttered hand expands,

brushing past dark branch silhouettes...

while tossing new nightlights

into the October harvest sky.

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2008

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A Kiss of Sunshine

The world that once was slumbering
Beneath the quilt of Winter's snow
Is now set free to gladly see
The rays of golden sunlight

He peeks at first so shyly through
The drifting clouds of leaden grey
And then, behold his beams of gold!
A kiss of gentle sunshine

The trees are budding, flowers bloom
And shades of gentle green abound
The birds of spring so sweetly sing
While kissed by rays of sunlight

How father-like the sun looks down
In glorious warmth and light
To see the things his fire brings --
The miracle of sunshine

From east to west he travells on
In grandly royal golden robes
A pilgrim man, that once began
Benignly sending raylets

As here I watch th'unfolding spring
And bask in beams of heaven's king
I think of monarchs, once divine
Whose wond'rous kingdoms once did shine

This sun hath missed not one poor soul
But fondly with a tender touch
Hath kissed the maids that dwelt in glades
Of distant lands now vanished

Now all, I think, once gently kissed
Have sung the praise of heaven's rays
And all, it seems, that Sun hath wist
Have tracked his run throughout their days

His rhythmic climb and equal fall
While heeding Nature's firmest call
His constant change, yet still the same
When once returned from whence he came

A mystery, a miracle
At times a friend, at times severe
But each new day at Dawn's approach
Reveals the kiss of sunshine

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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SUMMER FALLS April heralds Summers March as she leaves behind her warm glow in blazing trail of red and orange hues pursued by winds she trips and Falls chastened to submit to colder paths stormy clouds-- thunderous showers shedding garments of leaves and color exposes herself baring dark squall bruises behind fragmented damp misty wisp SUMMER FALLS AS WINTER CALLS © Kim van Breda—April 2014 (The start of another winter here in Cape Town)

Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2014

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Golden fingers of liquid sunshine
caress the month of June..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2009

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Memories On My Branches

Glorious spring sunshine kiss my limbs as they sprout
With each opening bud, "I'm so alive" I want to shout
April showers cling to me as I drink each delicious drop
Hopefully chosen by blue jays to build their nest atop
Caterpillars and ants tickle me as they crawl to and fro
Nothing sweeter than watching everything around me grow

Come sit under me, take a break from the hot summer sun
Join me as I watch the baby birds leave their nest one by one
Let's marvel at the beautiful butterflies that flutter all around
The music of my friend the humming bird will surely astound
Smell the delightful fragrance of all the many flowers in bloom
Capture the magic nearby of a newly wedded bride and groom

I'm bursting with colors of yellow, orange, red, gold and brown
I proudly smile each time one of my leaves cascade down
Laughing children make my day as they roll in my splendor 
You taking my picture makes this memory much more tender
Scurrying squirrels truly fascinate me, as my acorns they hide
Forgotten ones will one day be my saplings, I'll burst with pride

Snow flakes have delightedly dressed me in a suit of white
City folk string me with lights, I boastfully light up the night
Skaters whipping by me, their energy and actions are compelling
I feel so very blessed to have been rooted within this dwelling
Come and join in the festivities and beauty of each and every season
Become a memory on my branches, I can't think of a better reason

*Dedicated to the 50-80 year old trees in Gage Park, Brampton

Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2014

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Trees of Maytime

Emerald frocked trees 
strut down 
May's fashion runway..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2009

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Arrogant clouds
wearing black greatcoats
stomp across a summer sky...

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2009

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For All Seasons


Un moveable river's
Grinded in stone
Always' a season change
The sun above
Which shed's our light
The moon above 
That which shines' by night
 Always' a season changes
Wet and cold chills' blow
Rarely in the sky
A star be born
A relic from time
Only to become frost
On the window panes'
          Of life,
Far away eyes' do see
No stars' by night
So many clouds by day...

Gary Fields

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2013

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She glides on silver skates across the crystal water
 her heart a rose frozen in time
 cold and uncaring, eyes of no expression
 snowflakes fall from blue lips and fly away in frenzied winds
 from Indigo skies a porcelain moon
 shines down on sugar roofs 
 as chimney smoke writhes and slithers
 like a magical genie escaping into thin air

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2015

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Sister Seasons

Sunshine-blonde with sapphire eyes,
Cheeks tinged pink by bold sunrise.  
She smiles at noon to light the sky, 
Nudging clouds with gentle sighs.
She wears a gown of mossy lace
With blooming buttons, neatly spaced.   
With ocean heart and river veins,
She seldom cries - she dislikes rain.  
Fire-red locks with rose gold eyes
Bright with flecks of fireflies.
She pulls a veil of thunder clouds
Across the sky - a purple shroud.
She wears a robe of flaming beads,
A golden crown of rainbow leaves.
With full moon heart and molten veins,   
She weeps at will - she enjoys rain. 
Raven mane with silver eyes,
Soft skin pale as milky skies.
She exhales gusts of icy wind;  
Her breath leaves frost on everything.  
She wears a cloak of northern lights
With sunburst jewels carved from ice. 
With clouded heart and frozen veins,
She cannot cry - she freezes rain.
Amber curls with emerald eyes -
A fickle pair that floods and dries. 
She melts away the ice and snow
And resurrects the sun's warm glow.
She wears a cape of tangled stems,
Of gauzy vines and rosebud gems.  
With honey heart and nectar veins,
She loves to cry - she lives for rain. 

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012

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Lady December

Out of a late November cloud without warning she steps
clad in ermines and crystal slippers 
spreading a blanket of white on field and hill
come evening she reaches into her box of jewels 
throwing diamonds on virgin snow 
bids the moon cast its glow 
she is the wind that chills the bones 
gloved hands shape the icicles which hang from eaves 
and glitter like a thousand stars in the morning sun....
a lady quiet and graceful, pale of face and cold of heart
jewel of a frozen land, stillness of a silent land
this season known as winter..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2010

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Summer's end

August drags her dusty skirts 
along tired roads of a summer's end..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2009

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Summer's Farewell

She dropped me from her burnished arms
upon a dusty prairie road
and cry I did, and pulling at her skirts
heavy with mud from a morning rain
that fell upon a dying earth..
I begged her to stay for just a while longer
and looked for yellow sunflowers 
to help me make her stay, I found I was alone
as the sunflowers wore blackened robes
and shriveled heads that could not speak
and crumbled in my hands..
Turning towards a dying sun, she stole away
with eyes she laid upon the shadowed hills
and fields where flaxen heads had caught
the breeze of golden summer's breath..
With one slow turn she raised her hand
as if to wipe away the liquid rain that
ran on my face - as in a mirror I saw
her reflection, as her tears became mine..  

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2009

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The lightness of late springtime glides on pendulums of hours, while her cyclical moods transform like a maiden's uncompromising ways-- reckless in the heat of summer's flamenco then gloomy in the flakes of winter chime: There's no way to measure the beauty of all her rhythmic gaits; they are equal in a splendor untamed by endless passages, nurtured by time and space … then to live, fade ,die and be born once more in all her ethereal grandeur, undefined. Punctuation Personified Contest Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi ~ Seasons~ new poem by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Oversized sweaters
Perfect for this weather
Leaves falling from trees
Hair waving in the breeze
Cheering at football games
Bonfires with there dancing flames
Stepping on the frozen, cold, hard ground
The wind is the only sound
Stepping inside after being in the cold
Eating fall’s harvest can never get old
So much rain
It's just hard to explain
My love for fall

Copyright © madeline peck | Year Posted 2012

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Move--over Winter

The snow is gently falling
Upon the barren ground
Melted slowly but was almost gone
only to return 
Not wanting leave the season
Robins returning from the south
Searching for food on the frozen ground
Only finding mere scraps
Crows chasing around  barren trees
Looking for a new spring mate
Flowers trying to peek and catch
a glimpse of the sun
The sun playing hide and seek with clouds
Laughing while it plays hot and cold
With the seasons
Winter does not want to leave
while spring is slowly nudging its way in.


Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2016

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The Spring Sun

The sun dances around
Smiling brightly down at earth

Spring is here at last!

The sun’s hands reach down
Warming everything 
After a cold winter

Buds and flowers open up
Looking at the sky with gratitude

The trees wave their branches
Saying thank you to the sun

They all agree,
Spring is their favorite season

Copyright © Peyton Burnette | Year Posted 2011

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Two Merry Leaves

They danced and they turned and they tumbled
In wind, how it sighed and it grumbled
With force, how it howled in its fury
But still they bore no trace of worry

In cool autumn winds they cavorted
My foot! How they laughed and they sported
They flew through the air just like pheasants
Till set in my excellent presence

“Red Leaf,” quoth I unto the leader
“To fly, there is nothing more neater
But weren’t you the least bit affrighted
As thus from the breeze you alighted?”

“Dear sir,” quoth the leaf as he flitted
“To fear, for a leaf ain’t permitted
We’re taught from a bud in the cradle
That even a crash isn’t fatal.”

“I say,” quoth I unto the yellow
“You seem to be such a neat fellow
I wonder how likes you this sporting
Or if you a damsel are courting?”

Quoth he, “All this sporting is splendid
The days of my courting are ended
My lover has flown to the northward
While I am constrained to fly southward.”

Before one more word could be spoken
The peace of that moment was broken
Away flew those leaves o’er the treeses
Borne by the chill autumn breezes

October 25, 2012.
For the contest, Up in the Autumn Air. Second place.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2012

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A Winter's night observed

A Winter’s night observed    by: Steven Hudson

Tranquility mounts in the silence of the moment,
Snow glistens from the branches of a full moonlight
Contrasting darkness’s shadowy backdrop,
A gentle calm breeze permeates the air,
Stillness, listening, as this wonderland envelops you
For a season an instant another land transports you
Apparent breath exhaled, a machine fearfully and wonderfully made
In wilderness, frozen and wild that is fearfully and wonderfully made
Green boughs heavy in blankets of snowy white
Black branches barren and void, form lines, into the starry night
Crystals flutter, sparkle and swirl on lumined plains spread out beneath,
On A winter’s night observed, a winter’s night of peace.

Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2012

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                    WICKED BREATH OF THE WIND


Oh wild North Wind, the wicked breath of Winter’s being
You, whose unseen soul scrapes raggedy branches bare
Are driven, like madness blindly from the darkness fleeing

You, who harvest each grey glimpse from sea and sky--
Frighten even stalwart men to hide away in fiery warmth
While you grimly taunt faint-hearted souls to die

Fragile seeds hidden by fairies stay safe and cold and low
Like compact bodies small within their quiet catacombs
Until seductive Spring sends her sweetest winds to blow

and Love madness calms Winter , their passion rouses the dreaming earth 
Voyeur sunbeams with Spring's laughter wake the seeds to tingle 
And thus enticing sister Summer's greens as hills give painless birth

        Wild winds, brave cousins all, you spin our life 
        And are the witnesses of both our joy and strife

Victoria Anderson-Throop

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012