Seasonal Poems

Seasons of Strife

In the springtime of my life,
I hear the birds, singing delight
Crooning the hope through my worst strife,
Silencing shadows with sweetest insight

In the summertime of my life,
I hear the whisper of leaves, alive
Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife
Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive

In the autumn of my life,
I hear the music of stars

AUTUMNAL BLISS--Seasonal Crystalline Poem

AUTUMNAL BLISS
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autumn's winds, a playful caress
dissonant wind chimes dance in artful bliss

The horrible bicycle ride

1.The whole town was totally deserted,2.My hamlet was in the town's out skirted , 3.Dynamo lamp showed a beam of light,4.It was a troublesome new moon night.                            5.

Seasonal Transition

Quiet, restful Summer took us venturing
the season that matured from early Spring.
But now it's facing change, adventuring
to the stage that bends to Autumn's call.

Blissfully canceling direction, enters Fall
to soon create new glories all its own,
as Summer's pastel colors overhaul
to golden, burnished hues new days will bring.

Air becoming cooler, daylight even fades
as the sun sets earlier

Sing Along With Summer

Summer stares, graceful
as the quiet chirps
birdsong, let’s sing along…
joy unfolding, on wings
listening for His voice
in the heart, the soul, anyplace

growing old, while the summer
restores the heart, the soul
breaking out in sweats of golden
sunlight, bursting from the heat
melodies so sweet…

gently playing against the ache
of a silent knowing, 
His love unfolding, like a distant 
star, reflecting all

A Seasonal Affair

A frigid spell of arctic air 
adorns the tranquil western scene; 
a stunning glimpse of fall’s affair 
with spring’s vivacious flower queen. 

When autumn’s cooling wind combines 
with April's warming playful breeze, 
a whirling tempest paints designs 
on grounds of winter’s icy freeze. 

On sculptured hills of milky snows 
October's tepid finger strolls, 
and May's

Tab 75

I hope that the sun melts away
And the air gets quietens down 
Soon
I’ll be waiting here
For the light to leave my shoulders
And the winds to get cooler
It’s a shame 
That things like this become
Something to be feared
The seasonal swings graze
My ear
And I’ve only just started summer break
But I’m tired of the beating sun
Down my back

spring story

wrens crowd the feeder
awaiting their finest chance ~
seeds strewn all over

Sing Spring

Scavenging squirrels search for acorns, scratching old stumps from trees. 
Scampering up my sugar maple, they steal my bird feeder seeds. 
Sleepy salamanders wake from their slumber to search on slippery stones for a spider lunch and a caterpillar filled home.

Pigeons flock together to peacefully perch on an church. 
Puddles are for parched puppies who

Windy Hills

The sun does beam
Over many a quick stream
That run into valleys flourishing with floral
Where the wind howls with seemingly no morals
It lashes out it's rage against swaying, tall trees
High doe they stand, and far doe they see
Rain falls light
Unless cursed with the winds' might
But on hot, Summers' eves
Does the wind blow little but leaves
Cooling and

Past Paradise

Over lush green mounds
Did stand many thriving towns
They did spread over vast azure pools
With help from shipbuilders' mighty tools
And mighty were the first to land on those shores
Valiant are they now in myth and lores
Strong were those who weilded weapons in battle
Stronger yet were those content with land and cattle
Amongst the trees so dark and

Spring Has Sprung

The fresh blue sky 
A sign that 
Perhaps the 
Spring has sprung. 
 
Sharp cool passing showers 
Confirmation of the fact 
That YES 
Spring has begun.

I’ll be gone this summer

I’ll be gone this summer.
It’s just a fact of life.
One day when the moon settles into the heavens
and the hazy heat loses its grip on the day,
I’ll walk to the woods
and never emerge.
I’ll become one with the earth,
take my last breaths to the sounds of crickets and 
squirrels scurrying to their treetop homes.
It’s not particularly

September Dreaming

In the backwoods of my soul
where dreams are lost
and moments grow cold
among the bitter
of a winter’s storm
as embers of frosty feelings
ooze through the melancholic 
drifting, nomadic, aimless
guilty of only the grief
brought to life in the twilight
reflections still and weathered
wearied by the truth
forever and always colored in hues
soundless music, foretelling
wings like leaves, dancing free
hovering beneath the

Silver snowflakes Haiku

silver
           snowflakes s h i n e

                    s h o w i n g
        seasonal secrets

slumbers 
  

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