Months Poems - Poems about Months

It’s still summer time now! But it will end soon. When Fall comes, sun is low. There will still be sun and moon. Leaves from trees fell slow....

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How could I ignore the dance of a leaf Cascading with warm summer brushed in gold-- Lovers tasting the quiet of relief A contentment lit amidst north-winds cold… And autumn comes...it's charm and flair too brief!...

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Is it half past summer, two months till fall? Actually a third of summer has passed, two and a half months to go till fall to enjoy the long warm daylight and the summer fun. Why think of fall? With hot weather cooled by the summer breeze, people are having fun in the sun and under the moonlight, from...

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"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree." Emily Bronte I wish the...

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Come, now while summer shall shine on your soul, Leave off the darkness, the doubt and the fear; Come, now the Earth’s with divinity full, Leave off the wretched, and cling to the dear; Come, now forgive, and thus make yourself whole. ...

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Still one full moon we shall enjoy looking at, in summer season Heave is astronomical period equal thirteen days More than three heaves of this summer fruitful season had gone ...

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" Summer's my favorite, I suppose. I am not looking forward to Fall at all" The Poet. Summer, my favorite perhaps. Foam squishes between all my toes. Feet tingle, warm sand, water laps. ...

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Summer not gone, starting showers. Half past Summer : Two months till Fall : Rainy environ embowers. ...

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Strands of silver clouds slowly drift away, graze the ash of mid-summer smoky sky. Two months on cold wind will blow in blue bay, from the tawny trees golden leaves will fly, as fall arrives spraying dew on the way. ...

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Half past Summer, two months till Fall ...

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Half past summer, two months till fall, boredom, bullies; teacher neglect. sandcastles, encase, be my pall! Half past summer, two months till fall. when school bells toll, tenderfoots bawl— sun's embrace, we'd warmly collect. Half past summer, two months till fall, blackboards, bullies; teacher regret....

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Length of days begins to wane, twilight quickens and moonlight obeys the seasonal call of nature. The time is half past summer, two months till fall and the warm splayed fingers of sunlight's heat are reaching for the zenith of their time to reign. Soon, night will darken earlier; stars appear brighter, and autumn's crisping days will wither crimson...

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Why is Sumner such a short time, just getting started then running into half past summer. July seems to be the half way mark, August is almost here. August will turn into September then into October, then fall will be here. Fall with cooler days, a pretty carpet of colorful leaves covering the ground....

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The leaves have not yet begun to turn the bright colors of autumn, but night air is chill as if it knows you have gone from my life; gone with the warmth of summer; leaving my life lackluster....

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a park calm and hushed autumn's crisp welcomed...

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