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Oh, how I love a peaceful summer day
when trees are still, and fields of grass stand tall.
In tranquil air, the bird songs drift away-
in tunes so clear, I'm lulled with every call.
Oh, how I love the hush of Autumn time
when gold and rusty hues paint hills that flow
and stretch along old country roads- sublime
with sunny rays that spray a gentle glow.
Oh, how I love the winter wonderland
of snow that glistens in the morning sun.
The pure white sheen on hills and timberland-
in silent laze as icicles are spun.
Oh, how I love resurgence every spring;
the air exudes sweet scents of wakened earth.
The thrill of sprouting buds, birds on the wing-
gives solace in the wonder of rebirth.
Though all our seasons quickly come and go-
I always rest- quiescent in each show.
September 30, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: "Q" Contest, New Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 10/04/2021
Prompt: #2. Quiescent
Such a stunning season,
spring fever I adore.
Blossoms drifting from trees,
daffodils start dancing
on a warm zephyr breeze.
Such a stunning season,
sensational summer.
Children play on the sand …
then they ask for ice creams
which will melt on their hand!
Such a stunning season,
I love autumnal hues.
Leaves of orange and brown
carpet the forest floor
with a glorious gown.
Such a stunning season,
a winter wonderland.
Icy snowflakes delight …
although bitterly cold
it’s a beautiful sight!
2. Nature
Checked with rhymezone and HMS
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
04/11/22
I woke up early one cold winter's morn; *
A ray of light had roused me from my sleep,
And gazing at the rose-pink blush of dawn
My eyes excitedly began to sweep
Across the frosted landscape to the deep
Soft bed of snow on fields and hillside steep.
The world had been transformed beyond compare.
A pristine blanket clothed the frozen ground.
As sunlight filtered through the frosty air
Such dazzling brightness shimmered all around.
Soft flurries of light snow fell without sound
And silhouettes with crystal glace were crowned.
A child-like joy embraced my ageing heart
To see this winter wonderland unfold.
A spectacle of such majestic art
Its silver sheen more dazzling still than gold.
A stunning transformation to behold
Of origin divine and imprint bold.
And though now frail, come morning light I planned
To take a little walk through virgin land.
*(Please note that in British English, ‘morn’ and ‘dawn’ are a perfect rhyme)
26/12/18
'Winter wonderland poetry contest' : Sponsor :Émile Pinet
'Winter Wonders Within Nature Poetry Contest'
Sponsor:M. L. Kiser
The Snow Queen
~
The Snow Queen waved her magic wand,
the skies they grew so dark
Clouds moved in without a sound
as shadows did embark
Two happy lovers walked along,
they felt a chill blow in
He wrapped his arms around her soft
to keep her warm with him
The scenery was beautiful
with geese upon the lake
The scent of pine and winter breeze,
they saw the first snow flake
When then the sky was filled with more
ice crystals floating down
They marveled at the wondrous sight
now white upon the ground
She stared up at the heavens fair
in circles she did spin
He followed every move she made
as fun would soon begin
A thousand little snowflakes white
were falling from the sky
A perfect winter wonderland
about them it did fly
And then he saw her do it
just like when they were so young
She tried to catch a falling flake
right there upon her tongue
He chased the flurries with her
as their laughter could be heard
The neighbors out across the lake
said not a single word
Except to only wonder
why such laughter they did hear
When snow was steady falling
and the winter sure was here
Then they saw these happy lovers
running hand in hand
Catching snowflakes on their tongues
and now they understand
They heard him saying something
yet it was so hard to hear
Because these two were far away
yes, not so very near
The Snow Queen she was smiling
as she looked down at these two
She knew she’d made them happy
with this magic she did do
When then she saw him staring
as a wink came from his eye
For he was saying thank you
to the Snow Queen in the sky
Now every year its wintertime
these two just look above
Sending her a message that is
floating on their love
With beauty all around them
and snow geese on the pond
The Queen will grant their winter wish
and wave her magic wand
Now when the snow is falling
and the world is fresh and new
Between the laughter you might hear
him tell her, I love you
Good night Soupers
A brand new year will soon begin…new page,
one sheet of twelve to see upon the wall;
it cleanly hangs, no scribbles, signs of age.
New Year...so many days to get things done;
on a clean slate, set new plans big and small,
before the twelve fly off, each one by one.
This year, another gift of life’s delight,
again to watch all seasons come and go
and feel the surge of Spring’s renewal rite.
Perhaps to now enjoy in better ways,
the Summer sun and flowers; Autumn's glow,
then Winter wonderland of snow-filled days.
A brand new year begins so soon…new page...
This year, another gift of life’s delight.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: New Year
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Form: Cornish Sonnet
Judged: 01/16/2018
The rhyme scheme is aba cbc ded fef ad
Written in Iambic Pentameter
People call it a winter wonderland
I call it a lack of green
Not that green's my favourite colour
But it beats keeping driveways clean
As soon as we think our shovelling is over
Another storm hits with a blast
The grass was showing only two days ago
My hopes once more have been dashed
Silly of me to wish for such kindness
I live above the 49th parallel
To entertain such wishful thinking is folly
Keeps turning, this world carousel
Realize the gods have their own agenda
They decide on the weather we'll get
Winter is punishment for all the damn wars
Mother Nature doesn't forget
Don't think this is how it's supposed to be
It should all be sunshine and flowers
We're being punished so let's smarten up
Not worry bout who's got the power!
© Jack Ellison 2015
There’s a small village not so far away
anyone who hears it dreams to be there,
Its beauty lures like white fairies at bay-
their billowy gowns prettily unfurl;
As its homes sprout as mushrooms of winter,
scooped by mountains like petals of flower.
When we ride to ascend its spiral road,
curtains of snowflakes are crystals in view
Winter wonderland is right there, behold!
At the swinging bridge over river-snow,
when you frolic around, feels no adieu
Lulls notes of perfection, not made askew.
Night comes around, nocturnal critters sound
to keep its eternal fascination
While animals scamper on thick snow ground
lit by tiny lamps on trees, let’s sojourn
to embrace the glorious celebration-
Winter Wonderland’s Yuletide Season.
Takayama is Winter Wonderland,
Not so far away, it’s found in Japan.
Dec. 30, 2018 10.50am
A try of Urban sonnet in 10syllables
ABABBB- CDCDDD- EFEFFF-GG
A poem in remembrance on one of the cities I visited last March 4-7, 2018 in Japan.
WINTER IN PARIS
It’s winter in Paris and the streetlamps are alight
Couples walk along the Champs Elysee every night
They wander in and out of the cafes here and there
They have a cappuccino and they drink it with great flair
The artists in the daytime are painting up a storm
The cars in all the traffic are honking on their horns
At the Eiffel Tower lights brighten up the sky
People from around the world are always walking by
Paris when it’s snowing is a winter wonderland
Lovers smile and laugh while they’re walking hand in hand
You can get on board a boat and travel on the Seine
If once is not enough you can do it all again
Wintertime in Paris, there’s so much to see and do
The only problem is, it’s very hard to choose.
A frosty whitewash, whirling winter snow
smoothly shrouds a secret silent slumber.
Skies all awake, flying mosaics of row
music chirps cavort the sunset amber.
Gelid air turfs, chilled in birds of wonder
gliding through miles, unknown lands asunder.
Crackling wings flutter, snuggling in romance.
Distant forage calls, "Move till Sun is back".
Searching lakes and meadows, looks not askance.
Soaring high they perch, steer and gear in stack.
Feet tucked in wings, they roost in adhoc shack.
Coats, scarves, gloves, plummets an echelon track.
Cardinals and Bluejays, plump with fork tails.
Martins, Owls, Robins, in chorus engage.
Lens of cameras spy, beaks, wings and scales.
Moulting leafless trees, flamboys in plumage.
Willow, alder, birch, dark eyed Juncos stage.
Seeds and nuts in tree crevices, cold assuage.
Hope surviving Life....as Twitter migrates
Mystical Winter........ Marathon Flyways.
Dated 17th December 2018
submitted to Gregory R Barden's Strength thru Adversity contest.
HOW THE POEM HELPED ME GROW
As a beginner to the world of poetry, I always thought that sonnets were something very very difficult only to written by people as talented as Shakespeare. This was my first attempt to write a sonnet. For one whole week, I read all details about migratory birds, and almost gained an encyclopedia of knowledge. First time i realized how difficult it was to limit your thoughts to syllables and lines, and I struggled for another week to find and use correct words, counting syllables. The poem didn't get placed, but it gave me lot of confidence to attempt writing other forms of poems.
This poem was originally submitted to Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Urban Sonnet form ABABBB, CDCDDD, EFEFFF, GG
Poetrysoup Syllable counter- 10 syllable each line.
Sponsor Emile Pinet
The
maple
leaves are burnt
orange and red
falling and drifting.
It is Thanksgiving-
we gather all our love,
all together again;
the turkey is divine,
the pumpkin pie so sublime.
Goodbye- see you at Christmas!
Outside is a picture perfect winter wonderland,
the family is gathered around a roaring fire;
or am I lost in a Christmas cornucopia dreamland?
I can hear, so clearly a church choir . . .
The snow is deep in the place they forever lay,
under a gray Christmas sky (a girl alone) will pray.
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October 24, 2017
Poetry/The Season Of Love
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9522-16-0
All rights Reserved.
Written for the contest, Cornucopia
sponsor, Kim Rodriques
Third Place
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