Nature Seasons Poems | Examples
These Nature Seasons poems are examples of Seasons poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Seasons Nature poems written by international poets.
Summer has almost passed
in the Southwest -- slight
edge taken off, optimistic
with the shorter days --
shorter, darker days
has nothing to do with
spiritual content, in the
desert -- God blesses those
who survive as well as the
blistered dead. Fall, we
start leaving our dens,
our human bear connection.
Dare we venture back into
the sunny days? Looking
forward to garments, and
cold water from the cold water
tap -- colored leaves and crispy,
crunching while walking is
evident to the mountain dwellers --
but in the valley deserts, Fall is
recognized more by the thawing,
so to speak -- our season of cooler
drippy celebration! A chance for
splashing in puddles, and doing
happy Rain-dances! Monsoon
for Desert Rat Bloom! Maybe
I will even shave before taking
my first Winter Airing.
PUMPKIN KING
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Lo! A sight to behold, a vision wonderous,
a majestic pumpkin, round and full of grace
with skin, a masterpiece in orange, sublime.
With fingertips soft, I trace its curves,
marveling at how nature creates and serves,
for every line and curve crafted by Nature’s hand.
This one pumpkin, oh how it spoke to me
whispering tales of fall's delight,
of warmth, comfort, and cozy nights.
I cradled it close, the pumpkin king,
a symbol of reigning abundance, seasonal delight
for within its depths, flavors rich and seeds galore.
With reverence, I carried off my find,
grateful for the magic of Nature’s simple things--
the pumpkin king, perfect in form and design.
Days grow short, and nights draw near.
On our porch pumpkin king reigns, round and true,
a symbol of seasonal change.
brightest bulb in sky
colors trees with chill and hue ~
sparks of cold winter
(September Full Moon – Assiniboine)
Buds burst spring colors beneath blue skies,
fragrant lure beguiles butterflies.
Leaves turning golden, connected.
Spiraling onwards, they're projected.
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Come September you are warm and welcome in my arms
I am ripe for reaping as August tip toes quietly away
Softly, softly let summer sleep
PONDERING THE SEASONS
(Apropos Of Our Nation’s Seasons)
After Autumn's falls, Winter is like war;
And Spring seeks to bring about resurrection:-
Summer prepares all for nature’s transitions:
Today, it looks like an autocratic Winter is coming:-
Sweetly
comes spring
with rain
and sun;
nature
is so
alive
Hotter
days make
me laze.
I thrill
to feel
summer
arrive.
Autumn
brightly
adorns
trees and
cool nights
lengthen
out then.
Snow drifts
aglow;
winter
brings cold
till spring
returns
again.
August dreams of...softness
Listen to the gentle hush of its breezes flowing through the drying grass
look around at the green trees now past their peak fading in the dimming sun
The late summer is ready to embrace his child of Goldenrod growing tall and ready to bud
August dreams of, the scent of cooling pavement hanging in the evening air
The days growing shorter second by second
With sangrua saturated sunsets reflecting off of dragonfly wings as they feast on the brink of night
While youth laments the changing of time
August dreams of letting go.....
autumn tints garden
flushed flowers wither and fall
they return in spring
to sapling of yearning heart
life blooms with luster of love
petals of roses
waft patina in spring air
like hue of your luscious lips
quiver with my longing lilt
unsaid words float in fragrance
mist melts from blue sky
buds burst colors in garden
air wafts floral scent
enthralled by surreal scene
beauty of spring beguiles me
Spring — Passion
Kintsugi dawn—
white plum scents night air
tea rises in stillness.
Cranes cross pale sky;
child laughter drifts on moss.
A garden remembers.
Summer — Vocation
Tatami breathes—
cicada shells cling
reborn softly.
Koi flicker below
ripples fade in quiet hands.
Evening thunder calls—
incense drifts
forms bow.
Autumn — Mission
Fox lanterns kindle
shoji float through silver mist—
ancestral spirits stir.
Stray dog nestles
by the gate;
even strays seek warmth.
Tea vapor
recalls morning.
Winter — Profession
Snow settles
on stone lanterns
pine needles in palm.
Cold brushes fingertips.
Crane arcs slowly—
silhouette lingers on old walls.
Work kneaded
with laughter;
fire clothes darkness.
Completion — All Seasons as One
Sakura scatter—
petals dance
mirror tea vapor.
Breath holds the garden.
Circle closes
opens anew.
Tea cools,
reflects sky—
time folds gently.
Storms come
Tapper to showers
Calm returns
Earth making ready
For flowers
Sun reclaiming the sky
Rainbow~ prize-ribbon
Meadows gleaming
Bees tripping dutifully, busy
Matchmakers, introducing bloom
To bloom
Birds pairing, making nests
Brides and grooms, greeting guests
The valley quite a festive sight
Nature’s fond formal of Spring….
in the square, light encircled
choristers of yule
who incanted charmingly
as the dew sank cool
on their rouge berets,
cardinal cloaks with green socks—
a cordant bouquet
The rain in Spain is never plain --
not there nor anywhere else, each
drop a stork of rosy rebirth.
g o l d e n s
t
a
c
k
s
of hay
dot rich countryside villas ~
summer k i s s e d autumn