Season Poems - Poems about Season

The sun's ventures to scorch the blossoms fail. Goddesses Maia and Lakshmi sail. Pre-monsoon drizzles cool the environs. Optimism spreads wings, hushing storm's sirens. Human forms are moulded to merriment With the leaven of truth, good deeds ferment. Clear conscience cascades from the divine source. As a gentle breeze, love becomes life force. For the tillers of land, it's a fair season. In creating...

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Can you feel something is about to change, is it in the air everywhere you turn? Much cooler mornings and nights are coming, less sunshine each day for us to enjoy. Days getting shorter with less time to play, nights are getting longer with more darkness. Trees are turning into pretty colors, colorful leaves will soon be falling down. Squirrels working very hard...

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Crisp chills of air betwixt the leaves; Uninterrupted,their autumnal descent. Shed from clusters of molting trees, Color fades from limbs barren and bent. Branches shiver in the shifting wind, Foretelling colder times to come. Wynorrific,a blood red moon Strikes fear into the hearts of some. Dreary clouds adorn the sky, As mist enshrouds the ground. Moonlight shadows cast ambient Cascades of darkness all around. Loneliness seems surrounding...

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Yesterday was your birthday Unfortunately, that was a busy day However, I went to the garden Of my heart this beautiful morning Where I picked an invisible rose that could bring: Happiness, joy, good humor and an early spring. I shaved my beard and mustache to make your day With all my heart, I wish you a happy birthday Oh! I would like...

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A new season comes Gorgeous and wonderful plants Snowdrops and new trees...

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In January, the kaboom of fireworks Redefining glitter above us: What if The sky was pink, should purple rain besmirch us Yet, don a cheer for New Year. In February, the appearance of bouquets, cordate chocolates Many secret loves trespassing sticky notes Lovely nothings hang mid-air. In March, the hope of summer springing like anxious fledglings pushed off their perch Rain becomes wet...

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May summons summer season, The sun is sunny, ...

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blackfly season on nature trails best feeding ground ~ smorgasbord delight...

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summer season by the lake-water warm black flies swarm, in boat’s wake floating dock moored to a stake mallard ducks follow the drake ...

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Sneezing again, Somewhat lost control over me. Again. And now the seasons changed, Summer’s walking out on me. Again. The nicotine chain, Forcing down another twenty. Again. Wheezing refrain, I feel the rain pouring down on me. Yet again. Reminisce again of the roof above, Something that once held over me. But the sky now drops tears, Joyless tears, Again. Love washed over me. Again. Pointlessly...

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Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…boulders embossing...marbling and moss flossing Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells Stacked cumulus collage..shield cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring cannily hung...

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On this day in May, it was slowly turning into Summer What a relief after a long, cold winter My fan had become my best friend And I loved to wake up and open the shades in my kitchen with the sun coming in I cried a lot because he wasn't there Left with only the memories of...

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Amber, crimson, golden light, A painter's dream, a wondrous sight. The autumn wind, a whispered song, Where rustling leaves all dance along. The Equinox, a fleeting spell, Its blessings cast, its stories tell. In fleeting hues, the trees bestow, A fleeting fire before the snow. The branches...

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For Angela Voras- Hills As work inches along the highway you’ll be standing next to a field the breeze a song only you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember life’s a song your life a collage of all the experiences your heart holds such joy to behold as the season passes as the passing sun bleeds into the sky as the...

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poverty-stricken skeleton-like old women ~ gather grain-remains ...

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