Spring Seasons Poems | Examples
These Spring Seasons poems are examples of Seasons poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Seasons Spring poems written by international poets.
S epia tones soon will turn to green
P romising their panoply of renewal
R andom blossomings perfuming the air
I ncremental offerings of nature's bounty
N orthern winds averted and rerouted
G iddy birds and bees punch drunk excited
F arewell to stubborn winter lingerings
E ffervescence bubbling to the surface
V eers toward a budding season of awakenings
E mbellishing a drowsy world with vivid colours
R uby coloured blooms shortly underway
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
IN THE DOWNING OF SPRING
Autumn will soon fall;
Paving the way for winter’s
Cold nature of life:
Time for us to prepare for
Life’s cold-coming-challenges:-
Tulips in Spring
Daffodil-Summer
Snowflakes, December’s designs
~ melt on the front of my Hummer
Into the mist,
swallows vanish—
distant skies.
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SAGE TREES SERENELY CANVASSING
Quiet tree branches,
Lean as if in prayer;
Leaves soon to be graved:-
Indeed, Spring will soon pass on;
Leaf-falling Fall, awaiting:-
Names - every season's got 'em:
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn.
But one of them's got two, y'all.
Autumn's also called the Fall.
The onset of Spring
my blossom eye
alert and foraging,
tastes the signs of budding
sweetness, a lick of the
lips, a fruity smile,
limbs a-trill with feathered
mating – lots of melodic
crooning...harmonizing pairs
choosing Vs of real-estate,
all is right with the season!
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
Sweet spring succeeds severe snow time,
Sublime season of plants rebirth,
Sunshine mild and warm greets the land,
Seeds and flowers sprout from the ground,
Sweet-scented scents pervade the air,
Stars and silver moon vie to please,
Smiles settle on every faces.
Do not mourn the leaf
nor seasons
mourn not starry night
everything sleeps
yet retains glitters of light
as it came to rest
on the forest floor,
speckled and brown
retains mulch appeal
near death, yet a fertile feel
Spring will bless
Winter will rightly regress --
I took root in a stand of golden aspen trees
My bark resembled dark eyes all over me.
I am the oldest of the ancients in my grove,
spared thus far from the fires of a stove.
Every fall I'm forced to forfeit my dense leaves.
They're taken by the wind, and my heart grieves
but nature has to obey and follow its course...
for there's no escaping its incredible force.
My Spring clothing turned into golden dresses
that appear to be sheered as if they were tresses
upon my branches and limbs, curved and bent,
Another season passes me by; another year spent.
I'll have to face another Winter, arms laid bare
for my leaves were taken, and none were spared
to keep me warm on those cold January nights
but I will dream of Spring instead of my plights.
Spring green decorates the hills
Down in the hollow where the creek flows
Wild azaleas and mountain laurel appeal
As spring a masterpiece gently shows
Once I was in my spring of life
Born, grew, developed, lived, love flowed
Years passed into summer being a wife
Then fall came, how my life slowed
Those autumn leaves swiftly fell flowing down
Their beautiful colors slowly turned into gold
Then so many shades and colors of trees' crown
What a story their descent to earth told
Bare skeletal oaks, poplar, sweet gum and dogwood
Each shape decorated the drab countryside
A longing once again for spring to come if it would
But alas the last spring has come, and can no longer abide
Spring comes as does love.
Couples unite with the very best intentions.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
spring oversteps her boundaries and puts winter to rest
Contest: In 25 words or fewer
Sponson: John Lawless
A year has four seasons.
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.
What if our lives had four seasons?
Dependency, Play, Education, Work.
We then demise; No Retirement.