Change Spring Poems | Examples
These Change Spring poems are examples of Spring poems about Change. These are the best examples of Spring Change poems written by international poets.
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.
The gentle sunlight
On a winter afternoon
Shining on my face
Informs me how soon
Fragrant flowers will replace
The last soft snowflakes.
A frigid spell of arctic air
adorns the tranquil western scene;
a stunning glimpse of fall’s affair
with spring’s vivacious flower queen.
When autumn’s cooling wind combines
with April's warming playful breeze,
a whirling tempest paints designs
on grounds of winter’s icy freeze.
On sculptured hills of milky snows
October's tepid finger strolls,
and May's seductive blossom grows
when rising mercury controls.
Two heated seasons blend in time,
creating havoc in the sky.
Through swelling clouds of grey they climb
releasing moisture as they fly.
A blizzard raves across the path
of spring and autumn’s torrid flight,
and winter smiles in aftermath;
they outperformed this glacial night.
Heartbreak is rising heat in spring.
Summer welded my heart back together,
Fall leaves reminded me that time has passed so effortlessly.
You’re turning into a faded memory and just another lesson.
My weight, smile, and spirit is back into place.
Soon enough, love returns back to my mind and soul, but never in the form of you again.
I see new rare blooms in the winter.
I know
You'd return every winter,
To remind me
Of all the frozen nights.
But,
With the commence of spring And the warmth of wind, I'd be unmoved
Whether you stay or not.
Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
thought winter would never end
but here it is June with nature at its peak
gentle ray of sun
melting last remains of snow
tulips in all hues
Submitted on , 2025 for contest A SPRING HAIKU sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN - RANKED 2ND
april showers
the thought of winter
washed away
The dark sky stretches across the heights.
Overcast clouds roam, late at night.
The round moon does not reveal its rays.
The snow on the peaks may melt away.
In the morning, the sparrows fly joyfully,
Plucking flowers and perching in the trees.
A pair of wild doves appears sad and silent,
While blackbirds search for worms with talent.
Spring flowers bloom along the front fence,
Like a group of teenagers practicing a dance,
Watching the rain play in the new season.
The small leaves will take turns next month.
The spring blends both sad and happy
It is a rule that governs human society
There is a desire for couples to despise
Thus, we all change from time to time
I wait for the rain,
So it may express what I never could.
—And when it falls, I want it to pour relentlessly,
To match the depth of my devastation.
Though it can't last forever—
Somehow I want my devastation to fade away;
Like rain sometimes does.
I want my heartache to change like seasons do,
I need to know what—spring, summer, autumn, and winter feel like.
I want spring to express how my heart blooms like a flower.
—Summer to reflect my sunshiny life
And Autumn to embody my life crises crumbling piece-by-piece, like dead leaves.
At last, winter to express the quiet beauty of endings—cold, silent, yet breathtaking in its stillness.
—Beloved
—What a tragedy, My life has never been as beautiful as all these seasons~
My skin’s made of flowers,
Waiting to blossom in the shade,
Fighting the urge to turn grey,
As they look desperately for—
The summer breeze of tomorrow.
Where their petals ruffle in the wind,
Feeling cold beneath my skin,
I shiver at thought of being alive.
Ladybugs,
On the tips of my fingers—
Grasshoppers,
At the base by my roots—
My body is an ecosystem of renewal.
Glistening morning dew,
Droplets of golden sun,
It feels as if my life has just begun.
My petals may fade with my mood,
My colour may change with the seasons—
But my seeds stay planted.
In the strong soil where I stand,
For I may be stunted for a while,
But my growth will never come to an end.
mister raven, i implore
don't come knockin' at my door
always sayin' nevermore
don't come knockin' at my door
mister raven, here's the thing
flowers bloom and it is spring
you should know it's time to sing
flowers always bloom in spring
be not black and be not blue
i have found a love that's true.
mister raven, change your hue
i have found a love that's true
mister raven, little dear
one day, you will be welcome here
mister raven, don't bring fear
and you will be most welcome here
Flammable I’m nor dry tinder,
Scare me nor threaten of lightning,
Past autumn and chilly winter,
I look forward to the next spring.
I’m already left with few leaves,
Let worst of autumn’s fall arrive,
Go not by my dry woody frame,
The tree in me is all alive.
What if covered I’m with this frost,
Just around the corner is sun,
I see life well past all this change,
Every season to me is fun.
A meditating sage, no arid stem,
You had better go not by my lean frame.
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Sonnet |01. 04.2025| tree, Nature, autumn, spring
Note: Many trees in India experience autumn and spring more than once a year. I watched two Peepal trees and one Neem in front of my house shedding leaves in just a few days and again acquiring them equally fast-- from a skeleton wooden frame to a tree with shimmering tender, light-coloured leaves in sun. A tree is always alive, full of life, no matter how it might appear. Looking at it and marvelling of its love of life, to an aging old man, in no mean envy, this sonnet happened.
Spring is not just a season
It's a state of mind
Every day the sun gets warmer
The days get longer
Somewhere inside us
Something important awakens
It's time to demand some changes
We can start small:
Let some light into your life
Take a walk
Feel the fresh air
Let yourself dream
Listen to what your heart wants
Spring is a chance to begin again
You don't have to change everything
Just allow yourself to move forward
One step at a time
Leaf by leaf
You, too, can bloom.