Seasons Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

Orange mid-October freckles blemish the trees,
while Jack Frost etches abstracts on cold window panes.
And cinnamon-colored leaves fall with each brisk breeze
as Winter subtly approaches, and...

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The trees are like a rainbow on yond hill
in seasons when the leaves turn red and gold.
As Autumn frost caresses dew with chill,
Summer’s sizzling memories...

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In seasons of great tyrants, love is slain.
Despotic virus rules throughout the lands.
Destruction of the millions brings no gain.
Atomic power rests in godless hands,
who have...

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Scarlet, crimson, vermillion, and cerise
are showcased amidst canopies of green.
And the ground morphs into a golden fleece;
as fallen leaves, umber, and tangerine,
pave a pathway south...

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An overture to winter's frosty breath,
  September oft colors my thoughts in gray
  It signals winter's cold and summer's death,
  Casting its...

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I’ve had my walk this steamy August day.
Now showered, cool, and reading in my chair,
I’m playing Christmas music. It’s my way
of challenging the seasons while...

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The sun was sporting a radiant yellow,
with headlong pause, upon entering her space.
Tanned and serene, cheered by warm fellow,
Larissa’s slightly demure, emanating grace,
framed in the...

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Shall I compose for you a warm summer’s night?
One filled with crickets and night birds softly calling.
Of shimmering Alder leaves in the pale moonlight
as night...

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Reflections of Change

Reflections of the season’s change
as cast upon a languid lake
that signals weather’s rearrange,
and leaves a future quite opaque,
are but a sign of warmth’s...

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Autumn came in darkness like thieves at night
Recalculated angle of fireball
Flung out a master canvas so, so bright
Readjusted the thermostat to cool fall
Touched the pumpkins...

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A nip in the air portends the coming days
When summer wanes and autumn returns,
All nature prepares in many diverse ways
Flora and fauna nurturing various concerns,
Even...

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Bay Area Nigh December

A tryst on a San Francisco trolley
that exhibits penchant amidst a glance,
for 'tis wintry time launch all, too jolly
save two turtledoves, culled...

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Awakened by a budding desire
 Trees burst forth in bloom
 As their colors set the landscape afire
which attracts the insects that groom
the blossoms, as they...

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O sweet white bloom blushing through snow,
You gently kiss the north winds as they pass,
Whispering to winter ‘it’s time to go’,
From your bluey-green leaves like...

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A tune of sorrow played on fiddle strings,
Unanswered questions haunting midnight’s hour,
The voice of melancholy softly sings,
Beneath the stars that light the lunar bow’r,
All waiting...

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