Short Seasonally Poems
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A fiery sensation looms
Seasonally ever so fickle
Majestic temptation blooms
A fiery sensation looms
As nature escapes its cocoon
Spanned was a universal ripple
A fiery sensation looms
Seasonally ever so fickle
pregnant with flavor
blueberries pulling at the mammary branch
ready to release
they drop
onto your tongue
crushed by blue-stained teeth
they roll
down deliciously
deserting
the tree
apropos applauding
seasonally
6/29/2020
SEASONALLY READY: AHAIKU TRIO
Seasons of nature
Are as the nature of life;
Always challenging:-
Each season weathers,
Claiming its own uniqueness;
Just as do our lives:-
Live seasonally:
No matter which season comes,
Live triumphantly:-
On the occasion of a friend being given a very short time frame to prepare a seasonally appropriate poem for a radio program.
Gail's on in the morning
so here is your warning
she's not on for long,
just after a song,
before the news,
taking her cues,
From Darren
Not Sharon
Her slot
Is shot
Long
Gone.
How this world does effloresce and grow
Anywhere you look, up high and down low
Next to that rock, give it a short look
By something else, you possibly mistook
Lively, verdant acres unfold every year
And each winter do seasonally disappear
Returning upon the melting of each snow
Giving us existence and an outdoor show
that i should
or
that
may would
what month have we to dine
seasonally love defined
greater
of
freezes
frozen
reality outspoken
chosen over under
slumbering meaning self defined
blinding knowledge is our guide
seeking beyond what was
felt like feeling silk
she arrested me
cuffed
from her
gallows calling
?
Through
blood stained aeons
religions
tiding astronomical
assuring
the birth of the sun
Shines
the near dead
seasonally depressed
atheist
Glowing
It sure is nice
to celebrate
with everyone
*SAD: Seasonal Affective Disorder
12.20.2019
Beyond The Niceties Of Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobbie Burns
Vestments of yesteryear
dotage's gone vague
zeitgeist's heart
wound up clock like
ticks laboriously
errands run through
veins seasonally
in the plumbing
till they 'fall'
ah, but that's
the cultural attache'
bound by render
on the wall
ghostly meandering
through the mist
the haze
the humidity
makes the window
fog up so that what
lurks within is obscure.
Tectonic tango tantalizes towering
Mountainous mosques many miles making
Valley veins, voluptuous vegetation vacations
Seasonally sending succulent seeds stretching skyward soaking sun
Nurturing nature’s natural nomads
Why waste what’s willed willingly? Watch waters wisdom
Learning loyal love lavishly leaps luminosity
Gracious gratitude grand guide Gaia
Absolutely awaken admiring angelic
Planetary perfection presented proudly protecting people…
When the leaves of your verses
which are petals fallen from the sky,
fall gently,
nature seeds will cover
your naked body... then it will be done
spring...
So let me be your lovely sun
let it be your summer, be your man
on moonlit nights...
Let me write history with you...
I will induce the sighs of the breezes
under our shelter and we will love each other
seasonally or forever...
As the seasons do,
continuously...!
The weatherman predicted warmth
And so I ditched my socks.
I felt a little chill which vanished
After several blocks.
My ankle wore a bracelet which
Had languished, calmly waiting,
Until my foot was sockless
To break free of hibernating.
And as I strolled the sunny streets,
Sans socks but thus adorned,
I thought of my beloved boots,
Now seasonally scorned.
I’ll wear them once again this fall
With socks, I guarantee,
But now I’m just delighted
To be bare beneath the knee!