Best Seasonsme Poems
I sit and pause, looking at the sky blue ceiling above me. White vapour cotton wool clouds
gently float like water lilies on an upside down pond. My humble seat, an igneous rock
from the Devonian period. A glaciation past has moulded this comfort to rest this weary
climber. I am in fortunate delight as this skyscraper of old can turn nasty with nature.
These marvels can unite and lure unsuspected hikers, and draw them into a weather world
they have never known. The gulley's and faces of this quite wonderful Munro hide
challenges and dangers for all who dare climb. Many have been lost as they become
disorientated, as natures weather closes in.
The ascent route to the summit on a day like today is quite wonderful. The beauty of the
glens, with their sporadic mix of andesite and basaltic lava mountains, rival many a range
on our fine planet. Many colours explode on the surrounding canvas. Greens and beige's,
greys mingling with red granite masses. Screes are in evidence, a sign of the range ageing
as natures seasons take their toll. Plant life carpets the slopes, where grasses of sorts
mingle with the purple and white heather. Ferns from a prehistoric age fan out catching
the breeze, like Sea´ ferns´ in the ocean.
As i climbed, at various intervals i would close my eyes and listen to the calls of the
wild. The sporadic bleating of sheep, as if echoing through the glens. Crows and their
hooded cousins fly sorties looking for carrion of such. Suddenly they scatter, as royalty
makes a welcomed appearance. As majestic as the King of the mountains can be, a Golden
Eagle glides on the thermals. His subjects looking on from a distance, for fear of
angering him. Rabbits, lizards and even sheep and lambs, bow down in whatever chambers of
safety allows them. As graceful as he arrived, he leaves. Slowly but slowly, the lookouts
of the species declare their haven a safe zone.
This climb has certainly given me a thirst, as the thinned mountain air leaves me tired.
Nearby a small stream offers a weary climber a much needed tonic. This pure fresh
translucent chemical substance quenches my crave, with a gentle splash over my sun beaten
face, i feel refreshed to a point.
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Star Magnolia in the winter cold
Can you give me any hope to hold
There on your branches, buds of silver
In this cold, I feel them shiver
But they are giving me a shred of hope
That soon spring will surely kaleidoscope
Cold winds blow cross these Texas plains,
Trees bow down to the harsh and freezing rains.
Cattle huddle together in search of fleeting heat,
Cars slip and slide upon this icy street.
Barbed wire stretches tight with icicles hanging on throughout the night,
The icy winds cut like a knife and staying warm is an on going fight.
Only the brave or fool hearted venture out on days like this,
As I sip on my coffee and think how quickly it is summer I miss!
Some folks really like cold weather and such,
To each their own, as for me I don’t enjoy it that much.
If I could choose I’d want springtime to last at least ten months out of the year,
Not too hot and not too cold, and spring water that runs so crystal clear.
Everything in bloom, wildflowers covering a peaceful hill,
Trees full of birds singing to the creator, animals playing, oh what a thrill.
It’s a time when life really seems to bloom,
While winter to me is such a time of gloom.
This shade of silence withers me
and prunes me back to white,
a near dead branch upon a tree
cast into long-bright nights.
The sun deceives, His face aglow
abreast the earth entombed with snow
the sun deceives
the sun deceives
the earth and everything below.
This shade of silence withers me,
a wound upon my soul
while Winter reigns o'er all that be
abandoned in the cold.
Such quiet seems the sound of death
as if no life were spared and left.
Such quiet seems
such quiet seems
to suckle at my lips, on breath.
This shade of silence withers me,
a haunting Winter hymn,
a saturating melody
that paints emotions dim.
It curls me up at every tip
and leaves icicles on my lips
it curls me up
it curls me up
until my heart feels like a crypt.
Sauntering through meadows of green grass
Spring breeze cast my scarf to the ground
Bending down to retrieve it
He plucked it and used it
To pull me closer
Red robin blushed
Matched my cheeks
As lips
Met
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My garden lies sleeping,
Soon she will wake.
She bids me come to her
With spade and rake.
Take away my spent flowers
And plant some new.
Decorate me with angels
And a birdhouse or two!
Put a bench among my flowers
And sit for a while.
The melody of the wind chimes
Will make us both smile.
We’ll spend time together
On many warm days
And thank God our Creator
For His wonderful ways.
I've had so many seasons, and seeds I've had to sow,
winter seasons of dryness, where nothing seems to grow,
rainy seasons of sadness, where tears just flow and flow,
sunny seasons of joy, where love begins to show.
Throughout the seasons of my life, Jesus held my hand,
and brought me through each one of them, and taught me how to stand.
This cold winter rain makes me lazy.
I miss the warm sunshine of fall.
All I want to do is to rest.
It seems I've no energy at all.
I long for the coming of spring
When my spirit and the earth are reborn.
For the drab winter weather saddens me
And leaves me feeling forlorn.
This season has barely begun
And I'm already wishing it gone.
I miss the clear skies above
And the bird's chatter greeting the dawn.
Winter can be so depressing,
Especially when you're alone.
The rain, the snow and the cold, cold wind
Leaves me feeling weary to the bone.
I count the days till it's over
And the spring arrives at last.
Three more months is a long, long time
To live life with skies overcast.
Pin prick tattoos from wind nipped lobes,
designs from cracked and wrinkled scrolls;
don’t leave me in these Winter robes
a wand’ring soul…a wand’ring soul.
I don’t embrace night drunken suns
or drizzly, drowsy rootlessness
where vines lay bare ‘round garden runs,
such fruitlessness…such fruitlessness.
I’m horrified by North-wind chides
that seep through secret cracks in doors.
Don’t leave me where the Winter thrives
o’er frosty shores… o’er frosty shores.
I’m numb when sun is layered thin
and ricochets off bars of ice
and snowmen judge my every sin
with winter vice… with winter vice.
Just take me with you when you leave
away from teasing thaws of war,
where trees take shapes from the bereaved
no Spring in store… no Spring in store.
Don’t leave me in this haunted lair,
the dank and dismal realms of night;
my heart can’t bare the stale affair
all painted white… all painted white.
~ April Rain ~
Wash over me and cleanse my soul
Let the world see
The side of me I do not readily show
Let my smile disappear
If only for a little while
Let them see the sensitive side of me
For I am not always strong
I am not always happy
Sometimes I feel sad
So
April Rain
Wash over me
Let the world see
Another side of me
Where there is not always laughter
Sometimes there are tears
I am not always about the jokes and fun
Let them see
The more serious me
April Rain
Please won’t you wash over me?
Cleanse my soul
Leave it open for others to see
The part they do not always see in me
No more laughter
There does not have to be tears
Let my smile wash away
As we open up my doors for the world to see
The more serious me
April Rain
Please wash over me
By: Jean Bonella
If summer is no longer summer
And the leaves begin to fall-
Prey, I no longer love you,
And I’ll call your name no more.
If I’m found amongst the leaves,
And the rain falls from the sky,
Prey-let me sleep.
And please, don’t ask me why.
When the night curls round me to sleep,
And when it silently dreams
I lay awake in solitude.
So lonely, and torn at the seams.
I cannot see the beauty,
So I lie amongst the leaves.
When you find me, my love, I prey
Kneel and sing a song for me.
But now, summer is summer,
And I am not asleep.
So take my hand and walk with me.
For your love I am sure to keep.
Blaring horns
blaring horns
blaring all the way
blaring down the slippery streets on a winter's day
frenetic shoppers
frenetic shoppers
buying packages galore
purchasing everything they can from the Christmas store
taxi cab
taxi cab
taxi me home to my bed
to get over the wild party that's still happening in my head
empty wallet
empty wallet
not much left to buy
good thing it's almost over cause it makes me want to sigh.
Dear Santa,
I’m writing to you just like every year
Always been good since the last time
You brought me gifts on your red deer
I left you no milk but some sweet lime
Do forgive me for this funny mistake
But I’m sure you loved the cheesecake
I don’t want a Barbie doll under my tree
Seeing I’m now grown to own a perfume
But I’m not asking for that or a new birdie
All I want this year is for a bridegroom
For cruel Miss Betsy living near the lake
So she can be nice to kids like small Jake
Hope my wishes are not getting too much
Since I still have some more things to ask
For the old lady at the gate of our church
Always carrying that broken yellow flask
Please send her some pretty shiny roses
So they could brighten her dirty blouses
I know I didn’t write something for myself
Because my wishes came true very early
You sent them through your little green elf
Who came together with a cute pink fairy
So my letter is for many living around me
That their Season be full of so much glee
Take the lungs so winded
Breathe in me new life
Take the heart so strained
Shield me in this strife
Lift the eyes so heavy
Shine, oh light of day
Lift the wings so weary
Pull my heart away
Raise the shield so battered
May I rest beneath
Raise the soul so heavy
Bring sweet joy of grief
Strength of once has fled me
Yet I still remain
The heart alive can bear much
I've held this desert plain
My King, how I need you!
This heart within me fails
Oh how long I've rowed this ship
Fill this winded sail
Carry me, I tremble
I've lost the strength to stand
Hold me close, I'm broken
Rain upon this land
Take my weary hand
A delightful description of spring spilling forth it's grace upon the earth, singing a colorful
song of peace.
An open window of spring grace,
a beam of sunlight touches my face.
The morning dew evaporates in the wind,
spilling forth the scent of jasmine.
Sing with me a song of spring grace,
a spider's web woven like lace.
A sparrow perched upon my swing,
sing with me a song of spring.
A red fern growing wild in a meadow,
goldenrods beam a golden glow.
Crickets chirping at my feet,
Sing with me a song of spring.