Best Seasonstime Poems
The holidays are a time when we hold loved ones close
making New Year's resolutions to be better and not so morose.
With trimming the tree, the gifts, the cards, the good wishes for all
Spending too much time and money at the mall.
Our hangover on Jan 2nd makes our resolutions go out the windows.
It’s that time of year again,
When families reunite;
We sit together and reminisce,
About everything in sight;
We laugh and joke and carry on,
Like no time has passed;
Reliving those old memories,
That get dredged up from our past;
Playing games and hanging,
With our family and friends;
Hoping beyond hope,
That this night will have no end;
Cause Christmas time is like that,
It brings us all in close,
From the beginning of the evening,
'Til the time we say Adios!
I cherish the reassuring presence of my six-petaled friend,
Star-like head on an impossibly thin stem
Your fluted trump turned towards the sun.
Paler than your more vibrant cousins
Against the darkness of your surroundings,
You have been a constant support
During a week of difficult days.
Despite your evident fragility,
Your searching after light
Inspires in me my own quest
For all that is true and beautiful.
Drawing deep from the water beneath you
You have summoned strength to stand
As a bright witness to your Creator.
Too soon your destined time will be o'er,
So I celebrate the short time in your company
Knowing that before long you will fade, wither
And die.
Returning to the ground which gave you life
To store the energy you will need
To burst into life
Again
Next Spring.
A fresh aroma of the winter roses bore upon
The break of the day light, the first ray hold upon
By the droplets beaded over the floral leaf
Mulled over by the sight so mimetic
The life glazed over the mist filled by the charismatic.
An ecstatic jubilation bided by the Christmas carol
The gala affair of the sunset, the last ray hold upon
By the beloved savored over the time cajole
Relived over by the chorus so balmy
The rendezvous solemnization blended by the carmine patty.
A warm welcome of the edging resolutions blessed upon
The solemnity of Mary, the first greet hold upon
By the wishes ordained over the coming élan
Pleased over by the time so worth
The time of the year met with the springtime growth.
Anew Sun brought upon the garden, bore upon
The green of the array, the first ray hold upon
By the moving moraine over the frost melted -
Drifted over by the season so pledged
The aroma suspired over the blue air, warmth blended.
Pooled by affections over the day choired by love, relived upon
Betrothals belonged forever, the first kiss hold upon
By the destiny manana over the time so limn -
Touched by the amity so dear
The warmth over the ardor met with sweetness so fair.
They held back for the bathe in the colour so motleyed, poured upon
The meme prevailed over decades across the east, the last ray hold upon
By the field blazed over the harvests so sear
Turned over by the air so brut
The time of the year met with the season so hot.
Note: Continued from Fragrance - II
Spring time air all around.
Bulbs pushing up through the tender soil.
A beautiful time of year.
Summer sun above candy clouds.
Grass so green, full of vibrant life.
A breeze so gently warm.
Ground littered with rusty colours.
Autumnal dew upon perished leaves falling down.
Coming soon; a colder season.
Frozen landscapes under minus degrees.
Icy cold winds galloping steadfast through skies.
Dull essence of winter, here.
A raging sun raised over the sky so bright, kindled upon
The earth desired for thirst, the first ray hold upon,
By the crops reaped over the farm so baked -
Steamed by the nature so distressed,
The flared breeze glowed over the life withheld.
A muted zephyr pass by the morn, betide upon
The daylight so hoped-for, the first drop gushed upon,
By the wind so aroused over the fight against blaze -
Danced by the mizzle so greeted
The sensation of expressions for the moment winded so delighted.
Moistened by the drops fell upon so pleased, retrieve upon
The sowing over the sloughy farm, the last ray hold upon,
By the dismal days of cloudburst -
Streamed over by the ken so roaring,
The time of the year met with the season of showering.
Abased sun faded by the sky so dark, mislaid upon
The sprinkle dripped for reseeding, the first ray hold upon,
By the awning fitted for shelter over the sidewalk –
Drenched by the approach so merciful,
The mournful reek washed over the shore so disgraceful.
An abstract world by the city so ludic, played upon
The time seemed lively, the first dive swam upon,
By the pleasure of life -
Versed by the pleasance so alive,
The sweet flow of liveliness hoped to survive.
Lasted numb behind the clouds the sun once peeped by the drizzle, showed upon
The rays gently breaking up the sky by the colours differentiated, hold upon
By the welcoming of feathered white clouds –
Eased by the greenery so eying
The time of the year met with the season of fall-flowering.
---------------------------------x---------------------------------
Brown and grey and sometimes green,
A smattering of color is seldom seen.
Dark and threatening is the day
But through it all shines forth an occasional ray.
Cold as ice, the wind blows strong
Cutting through coats and hats pulled down long.
The long days’ blues never seem to end
As I wait for the spring to begin.
Once in a while it seems to let up
But again comes the blast I never can get past.
A happier time I thought I had seen
Only to be forgotten with the loss of a little green.
The snow piles higher, the wind blows colder
And still the long days’ blues grow older.
Spring it seems will never arrive
No, not as long as the cold continues to thrive.
Brown and grey and sometimes green,
A smattering of color is seldom seen.
Dark and threatening is the day
But through it all shines forth an occasional ray.
Out on the lawn in the midst of it all
I looked to see what was searching for a nest.
A creature even lonelier than the sun,
It was a stranger with a red-breast.
Life and time do not stand still
There comes a change in all around
The days’ grow longer, the wind dies down
And with the warmth of the sun
Another season is done.
Colder winds rip through the trees,
a greeting to the morn.
So much stronger than just a breeze,
the day’s start looks forlorn.
Not a very inviting sight
as clouds race through the sky.
Summer is all but gone from here
as memories passing by.
Not eagerly anticipated,
this wintery time of year.
But I know that it won’t be so bad
once the Christmas season is here.
Take the time to look around
for there’s so much to take in.
But do it where your warm inside
for to get cold would be a sin !(l.o.l.)
After a winter of dark hibernation
I am grateful for the light of Spring
Feeling fresh air pass bare ankles
Going for walks on longer evenings
Spring is the season of new freedom.
A time of sweet scented white lilacs
When bulbs planted in the winter
Burst to life with bright new blooms
Warmed by a pale honey sunshine
Spring is the season for new growth.
As the palette of our days change
To brighter, warmer, happier hues
Our hearts are caressed to smile
We are gentled into giving, loving
Spring is a time for new friendships.
Spring a time for
a new beginning.
Spring a time for
flowers to be planted.
Spring a time to
mend a broken heart.
Spring a time for
new love to bloom.
Spring a time to
begin new memories.
Spring a time for
new life.
Spring a time to
say goodbye to winter.
Spring a time for,
new hope.
wrote 3-9-10
Once again, sunshine has started its tilt,
Shadows find themselves longer in the afternoon and earlier to bed.
Silent sentinels of wood and bark,
Calmly turn and blaze, bidding “fare-the-well” to their faithful green servants.
Harvest is coming soon; tragedy in the fields,
Painful as it is to bare, the razing is a necessity and a lesson to the hands that toil.
Lambs have been returned to the barn,
So sweet their faces, looking to the owl, who has been collecting her feathers for most of the
summer.
Soon there will be a hearthful glimmer about the world,
Family warmth will bake childhood memories, captured in the scents of pumpkin and
spice.
Blessed is this time to remember the heart before the frost,
To help prepare for winter’s promise of ice sickles and a time for closeness in spite of the
cold.
Crispy brown leaves fall softly unto the ground
The squirrels scurry around, finding nuts for the cold oncoming season
Yes, it is times for days for become shorter, and nights longer
The cold winds seem to be playing with the newly fallen leaves
Gunshots can be heard for it is hunting season
A deer falls to the ground with it's sad brown eyes
Now- it is time for leaf piles, made neatly with leaf blowers,
and ruined again from children
It's a celebration season with food to go around,
and candy with costumes-
A lovely season, it is Mother Nature's pride
It is time for picnics in the park
The best games in the World Series
It is time for going for a walk in the woods
People go for a jog to see more of this lovely season
And some just stare out their window in awe
This season has a feeling unlike winter or summer
This is the best season of all
Autumn
Written by my daughter Elora Green, age 9.
2002
the farmer knows the earth,
her cycles of preparation and harvesting,
the moon's tide and
Joseph's dream: the years of plenty
and the years of famine;
we live in the time of destruction:
Kali Yuga
growth is change and space must be made
for its planting
wild geese flying in formation leave no impression
in the sky;
there are crosses to bear
this is the time of harvesting what has have sown
on the fecund soil of ignorance and imagination
on truth and its introspection
the nature of all things is to bear fruit
apple blossoms will yield apples
and orange blossoms will never yield plums
unless it is grafted and the bough lives
severed and reattached
sometimes the flood of awareness breaks holy ground
sometimes the lean years are ravens that pluck out
the eyes and war fills the world with rust and bones
there are always those who come wearing shoes of the
fisherman to feed both body and soul
Lakshmi may look like Ramana's cow
some will choose to eat her
others will say she's enlightened,
adorn her with garlands of magnolia, malati and jasmine
it's all the labor and practice of love
how the field will yield
what is sown, and if the milk of human kindness
flows like sunlight and rain
wild seeds blowing in a prairie wind through
a sepia world,
harvests of the heart
wild with fire.
Summer time I love this season. Flowers grow, no more snow. A BBQ in the garden. I sit
and read by the pool.
Summer time so much fun. Long lazy days. I can hear the children playing. Eating ice
cream.
Summer time Come around soon. My favorite season.
Autumn is beginning to wain
She is trying all she might
To sustain her position
But November is soon to birth
And crying out
To be huddled to the fore
Autumn leaves are still falling
She scoops them up
And scours them around
As far and wide as she can
While the earth is somehow still
She keeps winter today from the door
She wishes for its appearance
But only when her time is done
Allowed only a moment in the world
A season, just days
To make her self known
She begs for more time to shine
Seasons are such beautiful
Beings
Autumn seems the shortest sibling
She is the unknown child of winter
Please allow her, her time...