Best Seasonsworld Poems
When I awoke this early morn
I looked out upon a magic fairyland
Last night a whole new world was born
Nature had been making surprising plans
To paint the world with an icy hand
I looked beyond the windowpanes
And spied a welcoming winter's view!
Enchanting houses up and down the lane
With frosted roofs, and sidewalks too
All the world covered in crystal hues
Frosty art upon the window glass
Beautiful designs that Jack Frost has left
I wish his artwork could be framed to last
But as morning leaves, and Jack takes his noontime rest
The chill will leave, and the sun will bless
For Carol Brown's contest "Welcoming Winter"
As the world
closes in on us
our eyes
see
what our hearts
permit them to see
In autumn - in
the waning of the year
as the trees
turn orange, red and golden
before the land is covered in white
we will see sound and light
Surrounded by nature's beauty we become a part
of the eco-system
A great dawn
awaits us
in the end
Voices of ancient
children
reverberate in the cool air
Sometimes when it seems
that we are lost
the rhythm of the seasons
reminds us of what we may become
Perhaps this autumn light
will bring this world
to its' senses
Strength, Tranquility
and a heavy sense
of peace
Are being swept in
by a cool Northeastern breeze
Spring has grown old on the brink of summer
the swallows having arrived in time have finished
restoring their nests now jump up past my window
to their home above right under the roof they love
dashing down for speeding on dancing and yelling
shooing off the clouds to make way for the sun
young once again is the world and the Green is new
lush devoid of the dust that will have gathered when
nights will be growing like the main fruit of summer
and eventually colorless blossoms will open and bless
the world with the magic of White lulling nature to sleep
till the time when light grows and starts a new Spring
Beautiful to look at;
Glittering, shiny, chilly, sparkling, frosty, freezing ice.
Gently it started, a light mist descending from a leaden sky.
Looking harmless, clinging to grasses, roofs, roadways and branches,
Soon covering power lines, getting thicker and heavier,
It glimmered in the evening light.
Darkness obscured its total take-over,
Until the lights went out!
Cold came creeping into our homes,
While flickering candlelight barely showed us the way.
Suddenly a shot blasted outside!
No- it must be Ft. Knox,
Shooting cannons in the middle of the night.
The whole house shook and rattled.
Large branches, weighed down by ice,
Broke off the troubled maple trees,
Crashing onto the unexpecting rooftop.
One is followed quickly by another, and another.
Knowing to stay away from windows and glass doors,
Yet we want to see what is happening.
Apprehensive we peep out into the wild, yet still night.
Still only until another utility pole crashes.
Ice pellets slowly change into fluffy snowflakes.
By daylight we find a wondrous sight.
Hard ice covers the snow, more ice under that snow.
The world has become an ice palace.
Doors are barred by fallen, broken branches,
Yet still, we admire the icy beauty we see.
Even the smallest limb is coated with the frozen substance.
The world we see looks fresh, clean and white,
Sunshine turns it into a magic winter wonderland.
Ice- it has the power to stop the flow of life
As it is, freezes transforms, and redecorates.
It has the strength to pull down poles, power lines and trees alike,
One tiny, freezing drop at a time,
It grows until it evolves into a mighty, unstoppable force.
I wish on a snowflake
the first one that I see
Dream of my life
and all it can be
As it drifts to the ground
take a good look around
This magical world is for me
If snowflakes were wishes
that all could come true
I'd scoop them all up
and share them with you
We could make snowballs
after the snow falls
This magical world for me and you
Seasons have changed their weathered cycles here
A frigid frost frolics on dead dry air.
Old man winter is summoned now so soon
It is a cranky world and a coatless moon
And through it shivering the homeless roam
Like sea froth bumping on a bridleless foam
They left the customed haunts of parks bare
Under the white sheet of bleak frozen air
And in every church door, and store front stand
Rubbing and rubbing their shriveling hand
And in their eyes pop a stark dread, bland fear
The sum of our sudden and sick despair.
Ah winter is added now to all
We must endure in our life's brimming gall.
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Across the world the winds have changed; this hell
Of winter wrestles patience, bulge its spell
In large leprous mounds of silent ice
Wind banked, shriveling us back into rooms
Where the budget for heat can ill suffice
The heart's frigid condition, we the tombs
Of hope, who broke bonds for a modern life
Blanching love, faith and sacred human strife
We on the edge of each truth once so dear
Withering the world, and making Christ drear.
I feel the sharp winds, the victims cold knife
Tempests cold knell on the piper's pied fife.
In confusion we wait against the thaw
Senseless to break the markets dismal law.
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[Winter is real and it is a metaphor. The last lines of the 4 sonnets reads vertically:
"Aw, it is cold, love."
To watch them pass on by
So pensive, grave, with winter in the lace
That shrouds each year that time cannot deny
A springtime switched to autumn graces
Has furrowed in their seasoned faces
And covers gray of silken hair
While all the world strolls by in haste
With a sense of reverence in the air
She lifts her languid eye
A wrinkled brow portrayed
Where lines of time and experience lie
Where every movement displays
The falling leaves of yesterday
Before the tears of sweet despair
Were spread upon the April day
With a sense of reverence in the air
Composed they stroll, arm in arm, thigh to thigh
Some say their worth has spent its day
She holds her self in calm reply
His world once used him by swift pace
Wisdom disregards the youthful chase
They walk to buy some flowers fair
Their youth is put to rest today
With a sense of reverence in the air
No tear should trickle from your eyes
No need to mourn for yesteryear
For sagely knowing what never dies
With sense of reverence in the air
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Inspired by Catie's contest Ballade Boomba