Dance Seasons Poems

Spring rolls into the valleys and hills
Leaving mountains with dots of white snow
The warm breeze chases away the chills

Robin bounce along to cawing crow
It's a...

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Spring airs her heart as she slowly thaws,
To dance with words, her melodic tunes,
Unleashed to bloom once crippled claws,
To spin and weave a life within...

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The early morning sunlight, soft and diffuse, gives way to the first strong rays of the day, the ones that bring true warmth. In this...

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Light a candle
Dim the lights
Shut off the phone
And all alone
Open the draw that holds your secret hoard
And lock the door
You don't want to be caught
It's...

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The twilight paints a purple, starry bruise
where time and trees hold their eternal truce.
One ageless oak, with roots both gnarled and deep
commands the night, its...

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The falling snow is lovely 
some place else!

I will dance in the snow 
like an old woman
finding her second childhood.

The snow flakes 
are as big...

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My heart and soul are yearning
for the rays of the sun to dance
upon the wildflowers in the meadow;
for the feel of warm, fresh tilled dirt
on...

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In the breath of spring, whispers pain,
Beneath blossoms' bloom, a heart's refrain.
As buds unfurl, so does the ache,
In nature's dance, sorrow wakes.

The sun may shine,...

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Spring clothes the Earth,
In silk of green,
Parading her in beauty
With a rare sheen.

Summer adorns the plants,
With many a bloom,
And causes the bees,
To hum and zoom.

Autumn...

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Blackened. Charred.
Are the blossoms of autumn's acclaimed abundance
No longer dance they in vivid wonderance,
Singed by the frigid frost,
Stand they forlorn and lost.

Barren. Desolate.
Stand the trees.
Marooned...

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I’m a tightrope walker, strung between 
the hedonistic abyss of winter break and 
the unforgiving canyon of organic chemistry.

The stack of spring syllabuses are a...

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“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so...

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In waiting for you, my love, the seasons have snowed in black and white,
The landscape of our time together has been painted in trenches of...

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I once thought of winter as the grave,
Of all the seasons, it wouldn’t behave.
Always bitter, never would it save,
Grimacing and weeping, though quite brave.

Musings of...

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When i remember spring 
I shall dance beneath 
the weeping willow trees
I shall sing loudly 
capturing the breeze
 
gazing into the warm sunset 
why I'd...

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