Come To Pass Seasons Poems | Examples
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First buds emerge in velvet cocoons
As dank, dark mornings transform
Into frost clad, bright, clean-aired dawns.
Grass laden heavy with dew,
Nectar of nature to sustain awakening creatures.
From deepest winter slumbers,
To drink deep the anticipation held in each drop.
Static in the air, in our hair, as crunched grasses
Make way for warming days, milky moons,
And pearlescent sun shards melting
The cold of winter soil.
Grass, long since recoiled after long summer
Parching, burnt and bruised,
Now tender and sweet, shoots pushing
Up through the loamy layers of frost bitten ground.
The scents of spring, almost imperceptible
Yet nonetheless I feel them set my belly to flight
The excitement for some unknown event,
As though a celebratory feast,
Honoured to be invited to.
Tingling in extremities, no longer from cold
But now in joy, in pleasure,
In the fruitfulness we know to come to pass,
When spring finally announces her arrival
Once more.
Once upon a spring arcadian green
a last veil winter hoar melts on the bud -
Romney low country lambs fattened to wean
chew in flocks upon the ruminant cud.
In stone moss stream, wild aromatic grass,
the sleeping flower does the thaw invite
but an ancient blood moon shall come to pass
on the shadows of day and dark of night.
Soon its muster will shatter a false peace
in cornucopia of beast and bloom -
nigh the yard gates will fill with milky fleece
and only finest wool spin on the loom.
On the altar of this season’s new day
so a spring offering is born a prey.
Written: August 1989
Proud daffodils have bowed their weary heads
And roses shed their petals one by one,
Green leaves transform to gold and fiery reds
The gilded reign of autumn has begun.
Farewell to fragrant bluebell woods of spring
And summer’s lush and verdant meadow grass,
In vain, tenacious leaves to branches cling:
The changing scenes of life must come to pass.
As nights draw in, the silver harvest moon
Shines boldly through defenceless, naked trees
And pirouetting leaves will settle soon,
For winter’s riding on the autumn breeze.
The reaper’s joyful song in golden fields
Begins to fade as Fall to winter yields.
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An eclipse of a full moon
From the darkness
Light will appear soon
Like a bed of roses
In summertime
The chills of winter
Will be coming soon
But then the summer time heat
Comes back around
The short spells of darkness and gloom
Will be defeated
And everything shall have light and bloom
Like a sting from a nettle
From the yard
After a while the vicious sting will settle
Some moments of life are pretty hard
But they will soon come to pass
The harsh time will never last
Brace the struggles
And time shall pay you
With a bright sunny day
And a fresh petal will come to
Blossom
The butterfly shall spread its wings
It to waits out the dark
And rejoices in what time brings
It waits for the fresh new start
It learns in this dark time apart.
Written By Sarah Linklater
19th April 2015
Here under these leaves
of the lush gardens and weeds
Grape vines crawl from post to post
that create a resting spot for most
And now the robin is
guarding her young chicks so fair
her nest is made of grasses and hair
Trickling streams of a watery theme
Where dragonflies hover and spread their wings
And the so clever songs the robin sings
For summer comes and brings the heat of the day
Where busy children are out to play
Oh treasure this, theses days that come to pass
Where one may sit and drink a glass
With lemonade and roller-skates
be home before
dark ,or at least by eight
Laboring were the long nights of summer
Were perspiration was a part of slumber
And so we woke with sticky necks and sheets
because all we had was a fan to beat the heat
And reminisce theses days we remember
Its soon back to school
Were we could’t wait until late September
Prayers are answered by choice or creed...
if faith is stronger than belief;
put that glimpse of imagination to work,
and simply believe in yourself:
it will come to pass while you're awake,
because determination leads everyone to believe!
Ask for an abundant harvest,
and be specific in your request;
and if it is earnest and motivated...
your wish will be granted!
Look out to the lulling grain and corn fields,
someone has planted their seeds...
soon to be sawed in an abundant harvest;
no one but God has the power to bless!
This truth was egoistically hidden from me,
hypocrites and deceivers told me otherswise:
to try my luck in gambling and giving money away;
what grief and disappointment I accrued from their lies!
Ask for an abundant harvest,
knowing that everything given
won't ever be forsaken;
but don't let folly make you one of the least!
Curse is equal to deserved pain,
because it has the same result,
and guilt is even greater than sin;
consider all before you answer your call!
Ask for an abundant harvest,
with hands and eyes lifted up;
He will hear you...though you speak in a whisper:
distance won't stop God from opening His door!
It won't be long before winter's blasts
With chaffing cold and white out conditions
come to pass, are done, deemed complete
Our forests far too frozen and fast asleep
to have the strength to harbor
winters freezing keep
The lakes and ocean
hunger now, for noise with friendly
soaring wings, pattering feet
Beaches and trail winding
paths of Earthly encounter
with so many a pristine rustic retreat
The Sun of Spiritual Mother
and Rivers of Father Nature
On Earthly majestic beat
Coming again, warmly
knowingly, serenely
expectant of more new days to begin... no longer bleak
November, December,
I couldn’t bear to remember
To joy and faith I say goodbye
Resurrect me, only when these holidays die
As my senior days become to fade
Wipe away the innocence of the games we played
I’m nearly an antique and as my life will come to pass
Only to be intrigued Sometimes I wonder with the children ask
November, December,
I couldn’t bear to remember
To joy and faith I say goodbye
Resurrect me, only when these holidays die
Against these cold tiles I rest my head
As bad dreams and nightmares test this bed
A Funeral for those whom bled
It no longer rains, it only sleets
It keeps me slipping from these tempered feet
Like disaster is constantly pressing repeat
So to these Novembers and Decembers,
I couldn’t bear to remember
To joy and faith I say goodbye
Resurrect me, only when these holidays die
Happy holidays
Dear misery, slap me if I follow the paved
Take these invisible gifts
Make them into relive-able myths
And one day, outside this life
I’ll divorce the devastation
Marry my dreams and finally hold my wife
But fantasies are peaceful times
So again I’ll leave you with a deceitful rhyme
There'll be flowers in our garden
to bloom for us in Spring
I plant them here for you my Love
for scents of life they bring
We'll watch them rise together
the first Spring they shall grow
as coloured carpet garden blooms
both you and I shall know...
That as we wait and watch them
by a drizzled window pane
we'll see unyielding buds that close
and fight the driving rain
See velvet dew drop petals
that seek the cherished light
and bask in breathless sunshines last
then curl and fade by night
Captured us a moment
and tho my love you ask
to quell and hold the seasons change
so life shan't come to pass
...But pass it must....
to leave you
with a seasons floral song
and know I am still with you
each Spring that comes along
Scents that send you air to breathe
pervading pure and sweet
and bring you hope to dance again
with flowers at your feet
©EMMartin
Snow fell down one starless night
From out the plume of lonely clouds,
To decorate the land with white,
Adorn the hills with pallid shrouds.
The eyes that gleamed behind the glass
Watched the weather rage outside,
Saw the darkness come to pass,
Filled with wonder, saucer wide.
Then from the ether, from the swirl,
Through a split in clouded night,
A silver shaft impaled the world,
And lit the earth with vibrant light.
Upon the eve before the day
Iconic magic rose and shone,
At once the darkness cast away,
A Christmas star to wish upon.
In modern times of strife and war,
When hatred reigns a harsh regime,
It ill behoves us to deny
Our children of a better dream.
So on the eve before the day,
Make the demon year be gone,
And teach them of a better way,
Of Christmas stars to wish upon.