Summer Seasons Poems | Examples
These Summer Seasons poems are examples of Seasons poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Seasons Summer 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.
Autumn
A northwest breeze gently caresses my face,
and nine days linger until first day of fall.
Each change of seasons I readily embrace,
I see cascading leaves and hear Geese that call.
winter
Then comes winter with it’s seasonal blast,
when often, tree branches, wear winter attire.
Frequently this season leaves me downcast,
but the smouldering fire becomes my pacifier.
spring
Then buds sprout and grass begins to green,
spring always brings with it new birth.
I watch songbirds as they sing and preen,
and plant things that grow in God’s rich earth.
Summer
Summer is the season of some harsh extremes,
a sweltering heat index often affects my inhaling.
It conjures up my visions of rippling streams,
each season becomes a portrait God’s unveiling.
We met each other in the midst of summer.
Our hearts slowly became closer and closer.
We realized within past three months' time
Our minds see what we have is so sublime.
We first met each other mentally online,
Our hearts recognized how we are divine.
We reciprocated feelings of longing, craving.
Our minds filled with thoughts so loving.
We will spend this year's autumn together.
Our hearts' infatuation becoming deeper.
We'll soothe each other whenever we weep.
Our minds see through each other so deep.
We will see if we shall last past the winter.
Our hearts making our love all the stronger.
We'll hug one last time if you have to leave.
Our minds need to have faith and believe.
For the first time
in two months...
I closed the door,
summer is fading
into the crispness of fall.
Flower blossoms are poor,
yet production is rich,
creating seed
for spring's progeneration.
Leaves begin trading
their summer attire
for the season's new color,
as I clean out the hearth
for a cozy night's fire.
INDIAN SUMMER
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Autumn comes as a chariot of nature's flame. From woodland browns are born reds and golds to warm heart and soul. The leaves, like flags waving in every sweet breeze, swirl in a wind-choreographed dance. Soon they rest upon the forest floor, embracing their destiny to feed each earthen wintry root.
seasonal trustees
summertime takes final bow
fall heeds her calling
starry autumn night
season brings artistic hand
harvest abundance
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
Copyright © Cornelius Brantley | Year Posted 2024
GOLDEN AUTUMN
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golden leaves descend,
whisper tales of summer,
sun-kissed memories.
cool, gentle breeze carries them,
to earth, a gilded slumber.
In the springtime of my life,
I hear the birds, singing delight
Crooning the hope through my worst strife,
Silencing shadows with sweetest insight
In the summertime of my life,
I hear the whisper of leaves, alive
Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife
Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive
In the autumn of my life,
I hear the music of stars at twilight,
Revealing the music of hope despite strife
Rising in victory, the music He’ll write
In the winter of my life,
I hear the praise of each sunrise
Coloring my world beautiful despite the strife
When death comes, there’ll be no surprise
In the days that leave me unsure,
I hear the beautiful of a God who is true
And I know, all this fear and doubt I’ll endure,
Knowing that my heart, He will surely renew!
refreshing Autumn
Summer furnace coals gone cold
leaves change their coats
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For all those who just appreciate poetry....
The sun caressing our skin
summer days come to an abrupt end
~ lingering sweetness turning to memories
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Glancing at the glaring green of Summer,
wanting to wake the leaves and snow,
get on with aging’s beauty and bone-chilling
sacrifice of warmth. That is when I wrap
my flesh in scarves, boot-up my strength
to taste flakes and kick-up variegated fall
of shapes. A plot of hearty pumpkins; blink
of time; it’s childhood scent and scoop.
Engaged in Starbucks’ hook of latte, festive
espresso, pumpkin, and seasonal spices.
Don’t let me get started on those finger snacks.
Candy corn and Diet Coke, go together; we
go together, naturally, having an October birthday.
Shouldn’t…I can feel the finger wags; and the scolding.
Poetry written for a week, at a time, with no rests.
Lyrical chattering, children of mine; I should leap
to my feet. It’s one-something and I still need to eat.
The maple trees red tinge sounds the alarm
Begins a blushing curtsy, bowing slow
For Autumn’s but a fleeting warmth’s farewell
The heat of passions peak prepared to go
Weep not as lover’s petals slowly fall
For lust was never meant to linger long
Nor lingering somehow sustain the bees
Or from a frozen beak coax loving’s song
Yet in their passing beauty waves her wand
Exposing in their season life’s parade
The guessing game of Winter, Summer, Fall
Unfolding in the game of Time’s charade
So, let us not weep for the sun and moon
But marvel at the Butterflies cocoon
summer warms hearts when it lingers
but is gone quick as sand through fingers
Submitted on Spetember 3, 2025 for contest A SEASONAL CRYSTALLINE POEM sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN - RANKED 2ND
Late summer whips its last, blazed song
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As autumn 's dresden chill hums along !
for A Seasonal Crystalline Poem Poetry Contest. Sponsored By: Tania Kitchin.
It is September! Autumn started
Goodbye summer which departed