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Seasons renew, Springtime approach
Careful now, winter may encroach
I welcome, without reproach
Peel back blankets, reveal fresh sheets
Buds in humid air, growing sweet
Cycle of life, now competes
Mother nature, seeds breakthrough earth
Gestation over, brings forth birth
Primal scream, explosive mirth
All too soon, grasslands dehydrate
Overhead sun, heat concentrate
Goodbye spring, evaporates
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Specks of crystallized water float down from the somber sky,
touching the nameless buildings in multicolored lands.
Innocent eyes watch with a fragile awe
this blinding sheet of heavenly white sands.
A moist tongue hesitantly reaches out
to feel the melting sweetness of new born snow.
The feathery flakes brush pure eyelashes,
only to vanish in the human's warm glow.
Frozen lips laugh with a child's delight,
as heaven sends down its delicate toy.
The patterns upon the icy snowdrops
build the inner walls of childhood joy.
Fragile flakes collect upon human gloves,
their beauty lasting for just a breath.
But the wonder they give to this cold world
surpasses the sorrow of winter's death.
Oh! The weary winter's gone,
The nature's green as spring is on
All others are under magic spell,
But thou are still so dull and staunch?
When the old gold bonds have long been shed,
When others are forth new clothing yet
When the nature's under beauty's veil,
Yet unlively thou in such sweet sale?
All trees are laden with cordial buds,
The wind is blowing with its softest thud
Flowers are blooming in the grace of dawn,
Still, you gloomy are in the same gown.
Gradually sets in the summer
With its tranquil triumph
And the jovial haughty nature
Tempts to tender yet splendid fun!
The radiant greens compliment the lushes,
The shining joyous morning yellow
The timid snow in the highlands vanquish
But your wrath staunchly never does glow.
Do you detest the grace around you
Or do you shield your cordial mirth
Or do you refrain from expensive attire,
Perhaps you have the same set of cloths.
Then come the affluent showers
With its mute strolling wind
And the jolly laden branches
Lunatically dance with a brisk.
And in the night the rainy fog
Seeps in like thieves in mob
And leaves its mark- the hazy dew
But that's hardly in luck for you.
In no time the shower's savage
The rambling winds turn into gale
The snobbery of nature breaks like glass
The jeweled beauty is lost, alas!
Again, the weary winter's on
But not as back the life's there
Beauty's lost, all vein is gone
But thou are same still as you were!
The divorced trees have shed their jewelry,
The vail vegetation has lost its greenery,
But among the green-lost nature's hue
Remaining same you give good fortune's blues!
That's how one must know to compare
From among vail beauty to lasting fair
Is real beauty a day's attraction,
Or is it something more than competition?
Snowdrops tend to sprout early in the Spring,
while daffodils bloom later in the Spring.
And deciduous trees wear beards of green,
as trillions of buds unfurl in the Spring.
Sweet sap starts rising in sugar maples,
and flows from taps, drip by drip, in the Spring.
Migrating geese announce their homecoming,
with honks blaring from the skies, in the Spring.
And as songbirds begin to fly back north,
dandelions pave their route in the Spring.
And Japanese cherry blossoms bloom pink,
as creeks fill with spawning smelts in the Spring.
While Robin Redbreasts start building mud nests;
bears emerge, looking less stout in the Spring.
Butterflies and birds beautify the scene;
as the children laugh and shout in the Spring.
If hadn't been for the chill
which made me peak outside,
I could have missed out on the thrill
of seeing a landscape covered in white.
Far beyond the virgin, silent forest
of firs, oaks, spruces and maples...
grotesque pine trees stand at the entrance
as snowflakes weave a soft blanket.
Unhappy bluebirds find no melodies...
as they did in the previous seasons;
even flying is very risky, if not boring, as they land on icy logs,
and instead of doing many miles, they limit themselves to yards.
At high noon, sunlight doesn't bring relief to trees that easily break
as their very heavy branches drip from the thick snow which freezes
like teardrops, instantly turning them into sharp, glistening icicles...
ah, winter's surliness may seem unpleasant staring at an icy lake!
It's warm and cozy being protected by four walls of sturdy bricks,
sipping hot chocolate and watching those, thick shards of ice
suddenly crumple, making the soaked squirrels scram in surprise...
o sweet serendipity, should I go to bed and miss out on winter's tricks?
When I dream of sun graciously leaving the scene,
I could feel how crueler in these-days he has been;
Hasn't the dear summer said his grin-filled goodbye?
Why, then, is the naughty sun still high in the sky...?
From hot, days and nights have turned hotter and hottest,
Hot breeze has changed into melodious flautist;
How long will the children play? How long we must work?
Why the day that dawned long ago, does not turn murk...?
Crows and pigeons on water tops, often take dips,
Each love bird in cages each minute water sips;
Ice creams, though so cooingly wet tender palates,
Heat beats the crowns of our heads like many mallets...!
Peal of thunder; cloud-to-cloud lightning; no rain yet,
Consensus betwixt summer and monsoon seems set;
Dog-days, like fire and pans, have come and gone,
Why dryness within, yet, is lingering alone...?
Roses fresh; mild mist; spring though seems arriving near,
Prickles and pains from foot to head I greatly fear;
Midst magical moist muggy muttering movements,
Fifth season, like sense fifth, flows free and innocent...!!!
08 November 2022
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You stand beneath my boughs
Never hearing my silent prayers
For someone to understand
I’m more than simply a friend
I bring life to those who listen
For the kindness in my whispers
I breathe, I bleed, I plead
In a prayer sighed through my leaves
You stare up through my branches
Look for the perfect time
To take me down and make me into
Something built or designed
A house, a cabinet, a page
Where you fill me with different things
Furniture, odds and ends, words
Sparks of life to enlighten
With me, you even build fires
You listen to the breath of the wind
As it sends its howling thorough my limbs
Never noticing that I can comprehend
The joy of the rain as it sprinkles life
The light of the sun as it shines bright
The shadow of the moon as it illuminates
My life is more than a sparkle
It shines across the earth to ignite
A passion that is crisp and alive
Thriving with hope for the souls
Who know that I am prosperous
As I carry life through the heart of my wood
Kissing every living thing with my
Gift of pure air that fills the world
With gratitude for me, a ordinary tree
Year to year they come.
The seasons dictate the times.
The first comes with force.
Bitter is his wrath.
Beautiful, yet tough, is he.
Winter binds free men.
She's meek and mild.
Her arrival is welcome.
Spring sets free bound men.
Men stand to meet her.
Though kind, wicked can she be.
Summer frees and binds.
The last one appears.
He will be kind, then grow cold.
Fall resets the clock.
Every day we rise.
One year comes; another goes.
Seasons show the change.
Autumn's past horizon's
whose clouds coast above the trees
woodland paths are dusted
with the falls of the turning leaves
Four corners of the Winds
in summer exhales release their breath
another season's gone
and lay's to the past it's death
Often my mind has danced
in the corridor's of the earth
where winter's snow has melted
hastening the springs new birth
I've rambled down many roads
and I've sang a many song
been scratched by weeds and brambles
and waded in the worlds wrong
Bridges on the road I've crossed
upon the many paths that man has trekked
but only one road can lead you
upon a course which is circumspect
It was always for you
every path I ever sought
every step I ever made
the ones my heart was taught
I desire not gold or silver
but the nectar of your lips
a wine so intoxicating
the truth like honey drips
Like the passing of the seasons
and the lives you so enrich
truth and beauty enhances life
there's no question of choosing which
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The Coming of Autumn
Gregory Firlotte
Imagine the sun with its dimming rays
peeping through leaves on wind-chilled days.
The earth shedding its green and flowery cloak
to take on a red and orange yoke
and chimneys send forth wispy veils of smoke
that announce a new season to all the folk.
Outside the pumpkins and gourds are full
while inside one piles up blankets of wool.
And we tend to the hearths to ward off the chill
and reminisce about the Summer that bides with us still
in our collective memories but only until
the frost comes to stay to do Autumn's will.
copyright © 2017 Gregory Firlotte