Long Seasonstime Poems
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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.
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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
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.
Form:
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.
Hello.
Today I will be your server!
Welcome to the world of eat whatever is set before you.
The first breath of crying after the doctor awakens your
two beginning and the end parts. First soup and salad,
variety garden of vegetables, jello, milk, juices and raw
emotional changes within the womb. Time to suckle for yourself
bottle or breast milk. Oh, know you and daddy are on the same
food chain for a month or so. Time for the table delights food that is
to keep you healthy, wealthy and wise. No junk food. You are what you eat.
Ah, now I am simmering down listening for the tea pot to whistle.
Looking out at the new neighbors moving in with their children.
As you pour the hot water in the cup, carefully missing the skin that gravity has
stolen from your arms. Pushing the walker into the dining room to eat soft eggs and toast.
Falling asleep as the angels call you home prepared for you eternal sleep.
Paradise found lessons learned, many meals less desirable, but eaten and digested.
Rest well in His eternal arms in the peace of health without times interferance.
Form:
I walk down the street,I’ve walked down so many times before
Hey,how hav..
I ignore this person,as if she wasn’t once my best friend
Times change like the seasons,I tell myself `thats all.
I don't quite have the time I once had in the winter
Cool calm and collective,nice and easy yaa know
Sorry too disappoint you but its the Spring
And the days are beautiful,i love too watch the flowers bloom yes that it,as if I was
watching my favorite TV show in the afternoon
I love too feel the warm sun against my skin as I Sit and
Never a bland moment in the Spring,never!
Me,remember those Winter days..Vaguely,I lie
As If I didn't have the time of my life most days,
So care free and relaxing,calm..
Ice blue skies, as the sun sets
Snow so deep,you'll need too rest after just a walk too the end of the driveway..
Stay in and watch movies type deal,
Kinda day where you just,chill..
Sorry but is Spring Time now,
No time too relax,I've got work too do!
Sit and watch the flowers bloom,
As I play lookout for my crew..
Form:
As summer days fade away the season of Fall comes into play,
The leaves on the trees gently flutter to the ground,
scattering their vivid colors all around,
The trees that once held the leaves are left bare,
leaving no more shade to share,
The hot summer days come to an end,
replaced by cool breezes that "Mother Nature" sends,
The days get shorter as time moves on,
so earlier is the dawn,
It's a time where flowers go from being colorful and bright,
to being a more calm and mellow sight,
Fall is a time to give thanks for everything,
Especially things a bountiful Harvest can bring,
even for the things we sometimes trake for granted,
from material things amd seeds that are planted.
for all the seasons, not just fall,
and for every living being, whether they are short, or tall
Form:
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
Rubbing them together
I looked at my Palms.
They appeared to be real
But who can tell.
Many dreams appear to be real.
They sat upon dusty shelves
whispering to each other
in the gloom of the airless room.
they appear to be alive.
But who can tell? Dolls, alive?
They bloomed in rich tones.
Magenta and vibrant aqua marine.
A Pungent scent on the breeze?
A golden sun pours blinding over all.
Who can tell? Silken flowers with scents?
I watched as they carried me away
I saw My mama cry. My Father and I
stood there under the trees unseen.
I tried to stay. I wanted to shout.
No one could tell. He said it was my time.
It had come my time to move on.
My time to be replaced in this world.
For each of us are but a wrinkle In time.
No one could see. No one could tell.
I was, as All wrinkles are, pressed away.
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.