Long Naturesummer Poems
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Balmy summer air to southern climes doth repair
On horizon, blue azure panels shaded with smoky tincture
Silky, white fondue relpaced by pallid, silver hue
Fondling, summer breezes; gripping, autumnal wind freezes
Cooling waves react with fertile leaves; amber gown doth
retract
Nutrient-rich chlorophyll doth spill and sugary saps rill
Anon, doth ween a bright, colorful sheen
Golden crescents and cherry strobes with lobes iridescent
Rounded discs on Global Willow in creamy glaze mellow
Spiny-toothed, Red Oak leaves flossed with reddish-
green gloss
Sugar Maple stars bathed in a bright pumpkin lathe
Ovular Blue Beech blades are brushed with a brackish rust
Veins of Aspen heart umbrella bleed bright yellow
Pentagram lobes of Sweet Gum gilded with purple robes
After scintillating charade, garnished blades began to
fade
Leaves' life-giving juices the stout bough refuses
Nutritious store salvaging trunk doth score
The regal, shimmering gown now shriveling crown
A duller shade of brown on the crumpled folds redound
Last gasp, its withering anchor doth cast
Descending from mercurial splendor to mother natures
blender
August 21, 2012
The life-span of the summer rose has been all too brief.
Now October winds gust; maples have shed their crimson leaf.
Tho' dreariness abounds and for brighter days we yearn.
Just wait! In due season the roses will return!
The colorful roses that bloomed and gave so much delight,
Now repose 'neath the drifting snow, but they'll be alright.
The Master Gardener will tend them and because of His concern,
He will ensure that in June, the roses will return!
The sun will ever shine above that drear wintry cloud,
And tho' the gloom and depression seems us to enshroud,
Wait! A pristine summer sky those blues will overturn,
When again in June, the roses will return!
When wintry gales shriek and rattle the window pane,
And cheerful thoughts and optimism are hard to attain,
Reach deep within your soul and all anxiety spurn.
Just remember that in June, the roses will return!
The seasons hasten on and we await another spring,
With its life-sustaining rains and robins on the wing,
With daffodils, tulips and violets amid the fern,
But most promising of all, the roses will return!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 2 in Flower Power Contest
The warm summer morn
Came slowly onto this land
Spreading the delicate perfume
And filling the vale to the brim
Unaware of the miseries down there
She brought gifts for all
Gifts of ripe and juicy fruits
Gifts of sweet smelling flower
The green grass swayed with pleasure
The brook rose up to meet her
The birds started their welcoming songs
To see the last of winter
But down there
Men killed men
And women cheated each other
Totally ignorant of the summer morn
Children were bought up with bad words
The clouds of hatred
The mist of distrust
Enveloped the whole city
The soft summer morn stayed on
Trying hard to spread joy
But the ripened fruits were stolen
And fresh flowers were crushed
The city became dark and desolate
The grass bowed its head
The brook dried
The birds prepared to leave
The soft summer morn sadly turned away
The chilling frost settled happily
The place became quiet and dead
With dreams of a beautiful morn
By Tahera Mannan
Sunrise For HG’s contest