Best Season Poems

Autumn brushes her hair slowly
Letting the glorious colors
flow gently to the earth below.
Showing off vibrant colors 
 in contrast to summer's green dress.
 Out doing the starkness,
of winter's white coat.
Autumn compares the mutable
shades of spring to her fall
Giving a sigh ,end of another season.
She packs...

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Undulate on burbling rivers rushing to meet sea,
Buoying spring’s hilarity, ceding to summer’s plea;
Marvel on wings of autumn as falling colors spree,
Rejoice pristine snowflakes adulating winter’s glee;

Waltz with every season strumming life’s themes,
On mountains, in valleys, on prairies, or streams,
Waxing or waning, dreaming beauteous dreams.

Sail...

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Sunlight falls in breezy dapples
across your lichened stone,
solace now I seek in chapel’s
old yard while we’re alone.

It brings my heart back, being here -
love; that I remember,
the autumn brings a tender tear
season of September.

Neath supple sways my prayerful praise
I offer you a hymn;
may dreams evergreen...

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Sometimes life is the tragedy
of a fly, caught in a cobweb -
awaiting its fate.

It's happening again,
a child of summer misplaced
in the dawn of autumn's anguish. 

All I want is to smell spring flowers.

My pen struggles to breathe,
in this downfall season of death,
yet the ink pours...

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O season of amber tulips, of yellow daffodils,
Of grinning verdant prairies, of cheery hills, 
Of giggling, burbling streams rushing to seas,
Of fragrant breeze rustling passions of trees;
How scintillating is the glance of your smile,
O grandeur of beauty, how jovial is your style!

O vibrance of growth,...

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When nature wilts into 
                  a colorless haven, 
metaphors of death sprout 
               ...

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I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
     "I thought I'd find you here," said the voice, warm and feminine. It was a...

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For years, I've watched my seasons come and go
Beneath the pines along the River Brine
I've drunk my fill of robust summer wine
Survived the stinging lonely winds that blow

Now once again spring brings her color show
Rebirthing beauty by Divine design
And even though my days are in...

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A dream

To hear the whippoorwills' sad urgent  call
I was very glad when I was a lad
But now twilight nearing new season's fall
My Essence of truth my consciousness calls

My tears being not of my former years
For sake of humans I now turn my cares
As compassion...

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No matter the frost of a cold Winter’s night
                               No matter a white laden snow
A...

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In this season of festive cheer,
as hours fade into the new year,
spare a thought for those who live in fear,
who have no one to wipe away their tear. 

Think of the children in this season of joy,
girls and boys without a single toy.
Their joy is...

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There is a chill in the air
Its a change of season
The leaves change color
A wonderful site to see
Red, yellow, brown, orange

When the wind is blowing 
Leaves fall towards the ground
Pilling up piles
From corner to cornertleaveshe 
Upon the brown grass

All the leaves are dancing
To the music...

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The asphalt driveway is blackened over by rain 
sand bags lie in the corner of the garage in case water creeps in, some sheep scurry in distant fields 

Your elephant eyes are locked on the TV; 55 inches of electronic love
I liked lying under the...

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Lantern of the Shadowed Glade

In shadowed glades where spirits dwell,
Beneath the boughs of an ancient spell. 
A pumpkin awaits, its fate foretold,
By tomes of old and tales untold.

Carved with care by children’s hands,
A toothy grin upon its face expands.
Yet, within those haunting, hollowed eyes,
Lies a...

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My Dear Son,
It’s March
I can already hear you—
small feet like birds’ wings
fluttering through the air
skipping, hopping, laughing
chasing me chasing you

your laughter—
a chorus that fills the house
sharp and sweet as a bell
tugging at the edges of the room…..

Futures are fragile
held like a delicate orchid 
between cupped...

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