Brown and grey and sometimes green,
A smattering of color is seldom seen.
Dark and threatening is the day
But through it all shines forth an occasional ray.
Cold as ice, the wind blows strong
Cutting through coats and hats pulled down long.
The long days’ blues never seem to end
As I wait for the spring to begin.
Once in a while it seems to let up
But again comes the blast I never can get past.
A happier time I thought I had seen
Only to be forgotten with the loss of a little green.
The snow piles higher, the wind blows colder
And still the long days’ blues grow older.
Spring it seems will never arrive
No, not as long as the cold continues to thrive.
Brown and grey and sometimes green,
A smattering of color is seldom seen.
Dark and threatening is the day
But through it all shines forth an occasional ray.
Out on the lawn in the midst of it all
I looked to see what was searching for a nest.
A creature even lonelier than the sun,
It was a stranger with a red-breast.
Life and time do not stand still
There comes a change in all around
The days’ grow longer, the wind dies down
And with the warmth of the sun
Another season is done.
Crispy brown leaves fall softly unto the ground
The squirrels scurry around, finding nuts for the cold oncoming season
Yes, it is times for days for become shorter, and nights longer
The cold winds seem to be playing with the newly fallen leaves
Gunshots can be heard for it is hunting season
A deer falls to the ground with it's sad brown eyes
Now- it is time for leaf piles, made neatly with leaf blowers,
and ruined again from children
It's a celebration season with food to go around,
and candy with costumes-
A lovely season, it is Mother Nature's pride
It is time for picnics in the park
The best games in the World Series
It is time for going for a walk in the woods
People go for a jog to see more of this lovely season
And some just stare out their window in awe
This season has a feeling unlike winter or summer
This is the best season of all
Autumn
Written by my daughter Elora Green, age 9.
2002
I walk down the street,I’ve walked down so many times before
Hey,how hav..
I ignore this person,as if she wasn’t once my best friend
Times change like the seasons,I tell myself `thats all.
I don't quite have the time I once had in the winter
Cool calm and collective,nice and easy yaa know
Sorry too disappoint you but its the Spring
And the days are beautiful,i love too watch the flowers bloom yes that it,as if I was
watching my favorite TV show in the afternoon
I love too feel the warm sun against my skin as I Sit and
Never a bland moment in the Spring,never!
Me,remember those Winter days..Vaguely,I lie
As If I didn't have the time of my life most days,
So care free and relaxing,calm..
Ice blue skies, as the sun sets
Snow so deep,you'll need too rest after just a walk too the end of the driveway..
Stay in and watch movies type deal,
Kinda day where you just,chill..
Sorry but is Spring Time now,
No time too relax,I've got work too do!
Sit and watch the flowers bloom,
As I play lookout for my crew..
Spring time air all around.
Bulbs pushing up through the tender soil.
A beautiful time of year.
Summer sun above candy clouds.
Grass so green, full of vibrant life.
A breeze so gently warm.
Ground littered with rusty colours.
Autumnal dew upon perished leaves falling down.
Coming soon; a colder season.
Frozen landscapes under minus degrees.
Icy cold winds galloping steadfast through skies.
Dull essence of winter, here.
After a winter of dark hibernation
I am grateful for the light of Spring
Feeling fresh air pass bare ankles
Going for walks on longer evenings
Spring is the season of new freedom.
A time of sweet scented white lilacs
When bulbs planted in the winter
Burst to life with bright new blooms
Warmed by a pale honey sunshine
Spring is the season for new growth.
As the palette of our days change
To brighter, warmer, happier hues
Our hearts are caressed to smile
We are gentled into giving, loving
Spring is a time for new friendships.
The holidays are a time when we hold loved ones close
making New Year's resolutions to be better and not so morose.
With trimming the tree, the gifts, the cards, the good wishes for all
Spending too much time and money at the mall.
Our hangover on Jan 2nd makes our resolutions go out the windows.
A near end summer breeze sends shivers,
that gently brush the surface of my skin.
“I’ll see you as time goes by” cries out the wind.
August winds bring fall days,
to reflect upon summer memories made.
“I’ll see you as time goes by” shout the new friendships made.
A summer like no other one yet,
in the direct limelight of it all
“I’ll see you as time goes by” begin the wandering whispers of fall.
From stress to relaxation,
a whirl wind tour these past few months have been.
“I’ll see you as time goes by”,
Summer sighs as it says goodbye.
I am up early this morning
anticipating the sunrise.
Too dark for any birds to sing
and I still have sand in my eyes
left by my age old friend sandman.
This time of year it rises late
plenty of time for a game plan;
No reason to procrastinate.
Ah! There’s the man, right on schedule.
Guess I’ll shower and scrape a few
And while I’m doing this I’ll mull
over a plan on what to do.
The morning is beautiful outside
That’s it, a long bicycle ride!
Once again, sunshine has started its tilt,
Shadows find themselves longer in the afternoon and earlier to bed.
Silent sentinels of wood and bark,
Calmly turn and blaze, bidding “fare-the-well” to their faithful green servants.
Harvest is coming soon; tragedy in the fields,
Painful as it is to bare, the razing is a necessity and a lesson to the hands that toil.
Lambs have been returned to the barn,
So sweet their faces, looking to the owl, who has been collecting her feathers for most of the
summer.
Soon there will be a hearthful glimmer about the world,
Family warmth will bake childhood memories, captured in the scents of pumpkin and
spice.
Blessed is this time to remember the heart before the frost,
To help prepare for winter’s promise of ice sickles and a time for closeness in spite of the
cold.
Sweet and salty,
Bittersweet,
That time of year everyone's ready for the heat.
From Alaska to Florida,
California to Maine,
In teens and kids,
A time to celebrate.
School's out for now,
Gone are the books,
Late night crunch time,
And early risings.
For three months its swimming,
Sleepovers and camping.
It's summer time, baby!
i look toward the sunlight
turn my back against the night
everything has changed
and everything has changed me
for all the mental beatings
i took in my life
for every time you lied
for every time i let it go
and every time i held it in
a new lesson learned
a new day dawns
and the sun shines down
and the tears on my face
that you created with your hardness
born of your pain and of your sorrow
will dry forever today
as the warm breeze that
carries the scent of spring blossoms
across this perfect april morning
takes my breath away
© 2006 Raymond J Wright
Spring a time for
a new beginning.
Spring a time for
flowers to be planted.
Spring a time to
mend a broken heart.
Spring a time for
new love to bloom.
Spring a time to
begin new memories.
Spring a time for
new life.
Spring a time to
say goodbye to winter.
Spring a time for,
new hope.
wrote 3-9-10
Spring
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Spring is a time of green and grassy hills
Of clear flowing streams and daffodils
Spring is the time when the world comes alive
Flowers blossom wide in the sun with joy and pride
Spring is rebirth and the awakening season
Hearts are carefree and soaring and love is the reason
Spring is the time when the bluebird sings
And a boy pushes girl at the park on the swings
Yes Spring is a feeling that stays in your heart
To the day it is over from the minute it starts.
Fields of golden cornstalks swaying in the breeze
Leaves of changing colors rustling in the trees
Rows of yellow tobacco smelling so good to me
A place of so much beauty is where i long to be
Seas of endless prairies all throughout the nation
Are where the lowly sparrow engages in friendly conversation
Patches of bright orange pumpkins with peels so smooth they glisten
A time so short you could miss it if you dont take the time to listen
Rays of setting sunlight transcending into the west
Wagons of Bountiful harvest is what the fall provides for us best
Colder winds rip through the trees,
a greeting to the morn.
So much stronger than just a breeze,
the day’s start looks forlorn.
Not a very inviting sight
as clouds race through the sky.
Summer is all but gone from here
as memories passing by.
Not eagerly anticipated,
this wintery time of year.
But I know that it won’t be so bad
once the Christmas season is here.
Take the time to look around
for there’s so much to take in.
But do it where your warm inside
for to get cold would be a sin !(l.o.l.)
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