Winter Seasons Poems

Summer seize heat.
Winter sees cold.
Spring changes our minds.
Fall surrounds us, sublime.

In the Summer, I twirl the stem of rose.
She twirls like a ballerina with her...

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 Seasons
 Snowy winter 
 with its icy fingers
 Soon thaws out to bring spring blossoms,
 Lilacs and roses with their fragrant scent 
 will...

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When Summer is gone along with substantial flowers,
a lingering memory, I wonder “were you here at all?”

It will only be, in each new Spring reviving,
that...

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When summer is gone, its heart may grieve.
The endless breadth of the leaden blue sky
and daylight golden sunny rays weave
fall days become shorter and unsettled.
Temperature's...

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Alas, my dear, we must away!
From Summer homes upon the Bay.
To winter in our warmer nests,
In Southern climes, which suit us best.

Your sister's grand debut...

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There’s fire in those eyes
Flames flicker from finger tips
Her voice is forged from thunder
She has such shapely hips

She’s not quick to anger
Still you do not...

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Line of inquiry:
blessings from above
transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination
earth-heaven bilocation

It wasn’t spring, with all its flowery shadows
Who taught me wonders too startling to explain
More...

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As Winter yields to Spring,
We note another thing:
Spring must yield to Summer. 
Before you know it - ding!
Now Autumn will begin -
Then Winter to our...

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As Winter yields to Spring,
We note another thing - 
Spring must yield to Summer - 
With no AC, a bummer....

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The clamor heard 
In the urgently raucous awakening of Spring
Slowly dies down
During the lethargic sibilance of Summer,
But quickly revives
With the crunchy tanginess of Fall,
Only to...

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A cold wind.
Whatever was here has fled inside
or has curled up in a corner somewhere 
out of sight and gone to sleep.
Footpaths are tiled in...

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"I have been a stranger in a strange land."  Bible, Exodus 2:22

The compass whirrs.
North toward rock, south toward sand.
East toward ice, and west toward...

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Back in February.
We shoveled away our snow.
In March?
Our kites would freeze in mid air.
In April…
We would have burning days for no reason, while others are...

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I am not the perfect poet,
you and I both know it,
though surely we could share,
our time with rhyme and reason,
springtime, snowdrop, couplets,
summer days of sunshine...

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Spring tones, the blues— creature sky must come down,
For Summer will chip on flowers cut under ploughs, 
Power now shared by crows long before Autumn's...

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