Seasons Imagism Poems

(A Palindrome)

New changes beginning through seasons circling nature circling seasons through beginning changes new. 

Wintery winds with snow cold and icy and cold snow with...

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A feast of eye-catching hues swirl midair,
stoic fragile leaf a chill whisper,
overt orange, deep vein red,
pallid yellow, scaly amber,
jumble upon bright clad jumble,
earthbound mattress on...

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Soft skies of blue and ivory
Circling the planet of light and ebony

Colored eyes enthralled by the cold of the night
Waving lightning mantled by fright

Winds embracing...

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Misting the mountains, the roses
Softly dripping, sliding down petals
Gentling the feelings with emotive
Drizzling across forever, inviting
Even the light to whisper its caress
Kissing away all the...

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Aching cold in swirling grey,
damp, wet, sharp within the freeze.
The loud retort of battering winds.

But then the silence...
a soundless crystal expanse.

The timeless, endless halt 
of...

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Autumn colors beckon me
as I follow a spunky squirrel scampering into the woods.
The forest welcomes me as an old friend
I hadn't visited in a long...

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scarlet streaks of fair haired beauty across my transparent window
eager inspection shows ribbons of orange a bubble of yellow
new hampshire’s elms, oaks and sycamores are...

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WILLOWS

Willow rise and flourish —
A verdant contrast
To summer’s sun-blanched sky —
Lifting your branches ever high,
But then curving, draping 
In arcs on down, with your leaves
So...

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** Winter’s Last Surprise **

How strange it seems
Being within a few days of Spring
To see the landscape 
All covered in white!
How odd it feels 
For...

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A robin redbreast, as conspicuous as a crimson drop of blood,
stands out against an alabaster landscape of Winter's white.
And hunting for worms, it starts scratching
at...

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Yasawa Island breeze 
covered the coast 
I in your rapture 
as we danced wildly
through sunsets in Nadi
your smile capture 
my essence while 
the tides roared...

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At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill,
8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery
pillowy packs that is spread out...

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I sing the coming of winter's cold
From the north, the harsh winds blow
The spreading drifts of pure white snow
And stories true, or so I'm told,...

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Underfoot, the snapping sound
of frozen leaves
curse Winter's name
as my frosty footsteps
reduce them to memory.

Fluffy flakes of virgin snow
morph into swarms of ice pellets,
biting and stinging
like...

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In the tall green grass of August I lay,
And the sky was a sparkling deep blue,
And the orange sun sat on a distant hill,
As I...

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