Baby Seasons Poems

Winter is very cold 
the wind is bold 
snowman made the centerfold 
brown snow is old. 

 

Spring is in the air 
flowers now blooming...

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Flowers bloom under salmon pink sunsets
grass grows and runs away with itself
newly born baby birds fly or fall
Yes, spring is finally in the air but
why...

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Quote By Poet "When winter goes to sleep, spring awakens." 

There is winter magic in the cool air, 
right now nature is very bare. 
It...

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baby star heralds
hail dawning gild glimmering
aloof flora wakes
leaves billow parting top wisp
breath orangey-red's farewell...

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The softer kin of winter
Brownish leaves crippled beneath my feet
Sing baby birds, sing
The harsh winter is near

Sweet kinder winds blowing through my hair
The softer kin...

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Vibrant colors everywhere
Plush pastels say you care
Natural tones always Fair
Brightly bitter blackberries show your flare
Shades of Gray challenge you to dare
Willowy Whispers of yellow warn...

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Cotton wool puffs that are up so high,
Drifting along in a clear blue sky,
A field of wheat waving just like the sea,
To see these things...

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I can hear the mouthless wind, 
loudly howling outside my window.
Its wingless unseeable form whipping through the leafless trees.
Ridding the branches wildly,
blowing falling flakes onto...

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Why write a sonnet for a sonnet's sake?
The mist has lifted and the sun is warm
Within the earth and deep inside the corm
Life waits. See...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
Christmas carols and bells, bright stars and pine trees
With light snowfall can create a...

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Filled with Jesus-fascination
Pure poinsettia Plantation 
Red, pink, white, salmon and yellow
Cover the fields like a rainbow...! 

Sweet-peas like little butterflies,
Cute cosmic angels in disguise;
Perform ballet...

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Time~seasons must go,                      ...

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Devoid of personal exposure to wondrous Spring 
I thank God for His bestowed vicarious experience
via technology’s media encounters
enabling me to testify about its majestic delight.

Among...

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Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though...

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