Winter Seasons Poems | Examples
These Winter Seasons poems are examples of Seasons poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Seasons Winter 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.
AUTUMN AFTERNOON
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spice cake on the table
aroma wafts through the air
coziness, tranquility
cup of hot cocoa
warms hands
sipping comforts soul
world slows
gone is hurried pace
time takes reprise
sun hangs low
rays cascade down
golden orb sighs
trees stand tall
leaves ablaze
hues of crimson, amber, and brown
air is crisp
hint of chill
warmth in our embrace
meander along winding path
footfalls crunch fallen leaves
autumn’s scent fills the breeze
world goes by
colors change under the sky
autumn charms
revel in this scene
cherish autumn’s fleeting days
winter is on its way
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
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!
brightest bulb in sky
colors trees with chill and hue ~
sparks of cold winter
(September Full Moon – Assiniboine)
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
Husband said two seasons this year;
Summer is passing, Winter is near.
Quiet, restful Summer took us venturing
the season that matured from early Spring.
But now it's facing change, adventuring
to the stage that bends to Autumn's call.
Blissfully canceling direction, enters Fall
to soon create new glories all its own,
as Summer's pastel colors overhaul
to golden, burnished hues new days will bring.
Air becoming cooler, daylight even fades
as the sun sets earlier each day.
Landscapes turn to ash till each pervades
bright Autumn leaves that fall from every tree.
Left meandering near open places, quilts
of colored leaves grace the withered lawns;
while naked tree trunks stand like waiting stilts-
to sleep in Winter and awake next Spring.
Brisk falling temperature
Blue sky turning into a soothing gray
Hinting of Winter snowflakes
Shorter days with early nightfall
Spring bulbs hibernate in the cooling soil
Birds gathering in pine trees at night for warmth
Searching for bird feeders during the day
Leaves falling creating a multi color carpet on the ground below
Fireplaces scenting the outside air with a sweet smokey smell
Attention turning inward
Sweater weather
The smell of hearty meals fills the house
Sleeping on flannel sheets
Enjoy all the fall changes
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:-
Cloudless skies endless,
gardens blooming in colors,
summer solstice warm_
Love a picnic in the shade,
and lazy long forest walks !
Until trees let go,
of their lovely decayed leaves,
to dance, fly and prance_
I love collecting those leaves,
in the autumn's equinox !
Then, comes biting winds,
and lacy snowflakes falling,
winter solstice ice_
Cold walks with fireplaces to warm,
'till spring equinox divine !
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.
BRUTAL COLD DAY EARLY FEBUARY
Almost as cold as the week before
Six feet of snow fell late in January
Please Mr. Winter, let it snow- No more
BEAUTIFUL COLORED DAISYS EMERGE FREQUENTLY
Mostly throughout the season of spring
When most everything is green- completely
When eggshells break and birdies sing
BEACH CARNIVALS DELIGHTFUL ENJOYABLE FUN
Young ones playing games outside
Sunbathers tanning 'neath the sun
A nice time for a summertime ride
BEAR CUBS DIE EVERY FALL
I found one dead out on my range
One died last year too, if I do recall
Must be something to do with climate change