Seasons Sonnet Poems

When time's relentless hand begins to trace
The lines of change upon a lover's face,
And youthful fire, once so bright and bold,
To embers soft, a story...

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Four seasons fill a year’s colours of time
  and fills the core of human shell and gourd -
in that fullness of youth’s Spring balm...

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Spring sunshine, idly sparks our souls with freezing glow,
Still shy to shine, as winter's callous ghost refus'd to bow.
Yet bold like brass, thy brightness beams...

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The leaves, long gone, each golden child carried
on autumn draft to reach a season's death,
portends bitter squalls will blow the harried
vines with long, cruel winter's...

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Both selves have fallen, to the drink at last,
A time to forge the third, and split anew.
The first: Too funny, fleeting dreams have passed,
Too light...

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Beneath the pallid moon’s cool grace
Icy boughs in silence bow
Where frost veils the earth in lace
Winter whispers through them now.

The wind, a cello’s mournful cry
Its...

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The springtime of our distant youth was when
 we made sweet love beneath a silver moon.
 The whole of life stretched out before us then....

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Morning thoughts of you roses full of dew 
gardens full of summer love, sweet romance  
here inside your arms we rebirth brand-new 
like the...

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When morning breaks and paints the sky with gold,
Your eyes outshine the dawn’s resplendent hue.
No treasure vast nor tale of love retold
Could rival all my...

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In the tea trees to the whistling song thrush
  I alone hear the first September dawn,
and outside beyond ryegrass, fern and rush 
 ...

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Lord, it is dark inside and darker out,
  and black thunderous rainstorms thunder by
blessing the tiller, the grower in drought
  but Lord, not...

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As summer ebbs, the silent whispers start-
for, by late August, changes will begin.
The Autumn vibe is felt in every heart
as shorter days and cooler nights...

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They say it's in the wind
 restless teases and taunts that seasons are in flux
 an escape out of the summer's endless rush,

hush now, if...

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When  butterflies float downward like a leaf
As air of Autumn dances everywhere
Whispers of wings become a bright motif
Floating, drifting, wandering on blue air.

Scents of...

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Who whispers to the western wind to chill?
and bids the leaves to transform thus to die.
For soon the beat of summer's heart will still,
as flocks...

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