Seasons Rhyme Royal Poems

Whispers of Legacy

In the hushed silence of my heart's deep chasm,
Lies the ache of a bond severed, a cataclysm.
For I lost a guiding star, a...

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"The forests are my bones"

Within the hand that guides the mountain spruce
The architect for leaves dewy and green
A forest the curving seasons produce
Composed of redwoods...

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“Life’s A Lot Like Baseball”
 
Life’s a lot like baseball, neither is a simple game.
Each is filled with the stuff of life.
Both, so much the...

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Mother Nature makes seasonal progress 
as cold autumnal winds crimson our cheeks,
grandiose trees shed umber morning dress
mackerel skies on fire behind mountain peaks 
reflected in...

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Let my eyes celebrate the changing hues 
When canopies display their lovely blends, 
While leaves transform, embracing vivid views 
Let colored leaves fly in fresh...

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AUTUMN ROYAL

                    Autumn fire on azure...

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I stroll through autumn, by a pumpkin patch
While sun shines on saffron leaves like fire
I look at the amber field and thoughts hatch
The warmth of...

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The Summer closes in an early Fall,
late August with the maples' leafy bleed.

Now crimson whispers echo sirens' call
of nascent frost, to nestle unborn seed,
to glow...

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He sat on his tree stand looking out
Over a field layered in frost.
He’d found his way without doubt,
Even in darkness he didn’t get lost.
Getting up...

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Autumns are the season of emptiness
which is the invitation for newness, 
Here leaves are falling-off
& the earth is giving show-off, 
We're enjoying fall of leaves
&...

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Night's light is broken, and my silhouette
must trust the moon to free itself, reveal
my life—my loving him with no regret.
The edges of my face do...

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The morning sun arising into view,
Sends forth his rays to warm each butterfly.
He quickly shines his light to sparkle dew.
Then, paints the earth with beauty...

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Out of maple trees comes the samara.
Like a little angel, the seed takes wing.
On summer days in North America,
carried by the wind is this little...

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The more I am away from you,
The more I want you here.
The more I do without your love,
The more I want you near. 
I know...

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Our love is neither a rose or a thorn. 
One leaves us whole, the other torn. 
Which one is which? There is no trick. 
The...

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