Nature Seasons Poems | Examples

yellow leaf moon

brightest bulb in sky
colors trees with chill and hue ~
	sparks of cold winter

(September Full Moon – Assiniboine)

Spring Scene

Buds burst spring colors beneath blue skies,
fragrant lure beguiles butterflies.

Fall, for Fibonacci

Leaves turning golden, connected.
Spiraling onwards, they're projected.


*'A Seasonal Crystalline Poem Poetry Contest'
*Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
*Entered on:09/01/2025

September

Come September you are  warm and welcome in my arms
I am ripe for  reaping as August tip toes quietly away
Softly, softly let summer sleep

August Dreams of

August dreams of...softness
Listen to the  gentle hush of its breezes flowing through the drying grass
 look around at the green trees now past their peak fading in the dimming sun
The late summer  is ready to embrace his child of Goldenrod growing tall and ready to bud
August dreams of, the scent of cooling pavement hanging in the evening air
The days growing shorter second by second
With sangrua saturated sunsets reflecting off of dragonfly wings as they feast on the brink of night
While youth laments the changing of time
August dreams of letting go.....

Spring

autumn tints garden
flushed flowers wither and fall
they return in spring
to sapling of yearning heart
life blooms with luster of love

petals of roses
waft patina in spring air
like hue of your luscious lips  
quiver with my longing lilt
unsaid words float in fragrance

mist melts from blue sky
buds burst colors in garden
air wafts floral scent
enthralled by surreal scene 
beauty of spring beguiles me

Raindrops on Roses

in the square, light encircled
choristers of yule
who incanted charmingly
as the dew sank cool
on their rouge berets,
cardinal cloaks with green socks—
a cordant bouquet

Thrill of Late Summer

The noon heat no longer burns like dog days,
Storms now caress the leaves with care and grace,
The roughness of summer night kept at bay,
'Stead calmness, peace and comfort take their place.

The air is hazy, lazy, filled with fun,
Awaiting the chill and darkness of fall,
Now missing kisses of mid-summer's sun,
And cricket's early morning rasping call.

The sky billows brilliant blue with glamour,
The ocean's coolness purifies the air,
Tempting sunbaths silently clamour
For my pale skin on the beach to bask bare.

Crape Myrtles in August

The bark peels back like old skin—
Mine, yours, the cinnamon scrolls
Of what we shed to live. August
Bleaches the world to bone, the bark’s faint spice
Rising in the noon glare,
Heat tasting of salt and sand. And still this Crape crowns
Itself with Myrtle fire. Still—

I cannot explain what breaks in me. Still I press my cheek
Against its flaking flesh, feel
The pulse beneath—magenta,
White, pink, the deep red
Of what I've never
Bled for anyone.

Each blossom a small fist
Opening with the muted pop
Of summer rain on dry earth. Each petal, tissue-thin
As the lies I've told myself
About enduring. The Eastern Shore sun
Has made this tree what survival
Looks like: stubborn—

Beautiful, built for the burning
Seasons that strip us
To what we are. Winter comes,
And I am learning
How to be naked—
These mottled limbs

My teachers, conductors' hands
Mid-gesture, never finished
With their fierce music
Of staying alive. Of reaching
Up through the killing
Cold, brittle air ringing
With the clink of frozen twigs toward something

Green promises I cannot fathom—yet still I know
Lives in the light returning.

Autumn Is Near

Contest : Seasons Now And After
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud
Date : August 10, 2025


Trails of rain fade at the fringe of summer,
supple northern breeze whispers on its way.
Strands of silver clouds slowly sail away, 
graze the ash of end-summer’s smoky sky. 
Sunburst horizon spreads gossamer drape, 
tepid spectrum emits from slant sunrays. 
Birds bathe in their shadows in fawn meadow,
autumn is near, they twitter, looking far.
Satin grass will wear crown of topaz dew, 
flicker with the flair of dawn’s crystal glow. 
In cinnabar lawn tawny trees listen
in the crunch of bronze leaves autumn’s footfall.

mountain shadows moon

mauve mountain shadows
creep across verdant valley ~
	purple moon rises

(August Full Moon – Tlingit people of the Pacific Northwest)

Monarchs

Monarchs, monarchs
in the milkweed,
flitting around
along with bees.

Drinking nectar,
drifting along,
until cold months,
then they’ll be gone.

Brilliant orange,
streaked through with black,
regal flyers,
their name is apt.

Dropping their eggs,
small, larval seed,
on plants in which
they’re young can feed.

See so many
this time of year,
zipping around
rabbits and deer.

Monarchs, monarchs,
thing all their own,
come back next month,
they’ll all have flown.

Interlude

“In the fall, I believe again in poetry...”
— Jaakko A. Ahokas

When September comes through heated breezes,
sunflowers watch droll dragonflies duet
to tunes of melodic taunts and teases
of Autumn's promise to pay Summer's debt.
A bright season greets us without regret.
Behind is buried under yesterday
and tomorrow is waiting for its say.
Joyful is this moment in Nature's arms
when time suspends until it finds its way
and ripe Autumn casts its bountiful charms.

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

Twigs and dried leaves talk timeless tales cuddling together.
Parrot pandemonium camouflage under fading flowers
I've witnessed seasonal cycles. Is the deep calling me?

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

less sun, more moon as night time grows
seasons change as all things must
where did time go? Heaven knows
the stars give signs, much to tell us
be still, as nature all around us flows

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