Dance of The Maple Seeds

It is their dance that holds my gaze,
These ballerina's dazzling ways.
They float and whirl when winds abound
As arms reach out to sunny rays.

The breezy part of this fine day
Will hold their hands in this ballet.
This splendid pageant all can view,
While colors liven autumn's stay.

And though aware that they intrude
On lands and lawns with weeds subdued,
I'm fascinated by their dance,
A dance that ends in life renewed.

I take my leave from this grand hall,
When evening spreads her sable shawl,
But not before the maple seeds
Have shared a graceful day of fall.

© Angel L Villanueva

Seasons

O stunning fall in saffron gown,
Of crimson lips and golden hair,
The leaves have blushed a scarlet brown,
The tears you'll shed at winter's glare.

She's garbed in pearly, downy white,
And spreads her dress across the land.
Your rainbow tears will suffer blight,
When you depart at her command.

But even she to spring will cede,
When flowers rise to warming days.
For winter's dress cannot impede
The seeds that raise their arms in praise.

And still beyond the days of spring,
When life is brushed in colors grand,
Her sister, summer, longs to bring
Her dress of jade and ocean sand.

© Angel L Villanueva

Winter's Call

O, can you hear her? Yonder autumn days?
A siren's voice, as silent steps she takes?
Her nuanced hymn brings frosty morning haze,
And warns the trees to brace for pearly flakes.

Her feigned allure she pairs with lovely sights,
And softly laughs when warmth she steals from me.
I fear her touch, for long will be the nights;
She'll hold my face, until spring sets me free.

And yet, her comely gown I yearn to see,
As she performs her waltzes in the day.
So soft her smile as she begins her spree,
My heart applauds the dazzling white ballet.

Through autumn's haze her words I faintly hear;
She pleads with me, her cold arms not to fear.

© Angel L Villanueva

Winter's Breath

The sudden chill of winter's sigh
Caresses me when autumn flees.
Her arms my warmth attempt to pry
While planting kisses cold and dry;
With icy breath she starts to tease.

I'm bundled as I walk along,
But still can feel her hands on me.
She whispers near my ears a song,
Her wintry hold upon me strong;
A frosty kiss she plants with glee.

But shortly I will see my love,
And will be warmed in her embrace.
Then jealous winter's hands will shove,
While icy tears fall from above,
When spring begins to kiss my face.

© Angel L Villanueva

Awaiting Spring

Battered, knees are weak from her icy onslaught.
Winter swirls around me in white while weeping,
Striking endless blows with her frigid kisses;
Glacially jealous.

Hands that make me quiver from top to bottom
Swat my face with fury unbounded, spiteful.
Warmth escapes my soul, but is firmly steadfast;
Frosty her quarrel.

Still, I long to see what my sweet will bring me,
She, who winter envies because I love her.
Soon her touch will warm me, replacing winter;
Lovely is springtime.

© Angel L Villanueva

Spring's Promise

Her softest kiss she offered me today,
As gentle warmth embraced my longing heart.
But winter's jealous grip pulled us apart,
When cold and icy snow the day turned gray.
I begged for spring to stay and share her love,
Instead a glancing peck she placed on me.
She took her leave to let her sister be,
And pranced away to yield to winter's shove.

But as she left a wink her eyes did cede,
And softly smiled as words her lips released,
"Do wait, fear not my sister's cold embrace,
For days she has before I take my place."
And so as lady winter's dance increased,
My joy to lady spring's sweet words gave heed.

© Angel L Villanueva

The Last Red Tear

The old tree holds one last red leaf,
For autumn's dance has been too brief.
Now winter waits to claim the stage,
To share with all her white motif.

I stand beneath that ancient tree,
And hope the leaf the wind won't free.
It stands on guard while autumn smiles,
Forestalling winter's early spree.

But as all leaves before this guard,
Whose reddish face the wind has scarred,
Its strength to hold the gate will fail,
And then the door will be unbarred.

As winter's breath draws ever near,
The leaf gives way to her cold cheer;
Now winter spreads her dress of white,
For fall has shed her last red tear.

© Angel L Villanueva

Reminders of Autumn

I walk alone when dawn her veil has tossed.
It’s quiet on this early morn of frost.
I think of autumn, that she has to leave,
For winter calls, and snow to trees will cleave.
A painting fall will leave for me on trees,
Of colored leaves that shiver with the breeze.
They dance and twirl, then rush to kiss the ground;
Their stunning colors clothe the land around.
This beauty I absorb as I walk on,
Then stop to breathe the air of early dawn.
Through morning’s haze I view her wondrous art,
The kisses she has left to warm my heart.
One scarlet leaf I pick to take with me,
Reminder of what autumn days can be.

© Angel L Villanueva

Tears For Autumn

There is a tree, not far from here,
With branches reaching to the sky.
Its age unknown, from what I hear,
It waits for fall its leaves to spy.

It signals fall to paint its leaves,
Not gold or yellow, even brown.
It wants them red, for when it grieves,
When autumn flees at winter's frown.

Soon autumn's brush adds hues of red,
Some crimson, scarlet, rust, cerise.
Young artists then on canvas spread,
The tree’s red crown—a masterpiece!

But when spry autumn says goodbye,
The leaves begin their slow descend.
The crown, her pride, begins to die,
To shed red tears at autumn’s end.

© Angel L Villanueva

Autumn's Dance

Autumn dances on the field,
Flowing dress a golden brown.
Trees observe and colors yield,
Leaves they shed, her feet to crown.

Cooler days she brings with her,
Smiling softly as she whirls.
Squirrels prance below a fir;
Young men sing to lovely girls.

Parents and their children play;
Couples share a tender kiss.
Kites above cavort away,
Twirling with the wind in bliss.

Seasons come and seasons go,
Summer left, now autumn shows;
Winter waits her turn to glow,
Standing by for autumn's close.

© Angel L Villanueva

When Spring Arrives

The songs of birds are heard outside
As spring arrives, a sprightly bride.
The budding flowers smile with pride,
Their brilliant colors amplified.

Soft rain falls on the grassy side,
Where verdant blades sprout high and wide.
The rabbits now with food supplied,
Step out with youngsters unified.

The insects crawl the countryside,
All types and shapes and brightly dyed.
Now squirrels play in turn beside
The leafy trees, then branches ride.

I smile as spring serves as a guide
Of nature's beauty magnified.
Tonight I'll dream, quite satisfied,
That spring this day with love replied.

© Angel L Villanueva

And Heaven Cried

Fertile fields once full of pride,
Dying lands from thirst have dried.
Now undressed, laid bare and sad,
Verdant gowns their form once clad.

Clouds approach from far away,
Silent prayers the valleys send.
Bursts of tears then fall that day;
Heaven cried, the land to mend.

© Angel L Villanueva

A Summer Day

A white summer dress sways in the gentle breeze,
As the hot sun bathes with warmth the land it roams.
Light winds play with the leaves of towering trees,
A leafy haven where birds will build their homes.

Fresh blooming flowers in scented garments glow,
And perfume the air as hummingbirds fly low.
Couples spread their blankets on the grassy field;
They sense summer's touch as their hearts to love yield.

© Angel L Villanueva

Lazy Summer Days

It seems surreal, this warm touch,
This luscious day of heat and such,
While soaking feet at ocean's edge,
And breathing life I love so much.

The sand cascades between my toes,
A nuanced pleasure waves compose.
My joyous lips a smile display;
My nostrils breathe the briny rose.

I love these lazy summer days,
Of picnics, parks, and warming rays;
Of swimming, running, biking slow,
Of holding hands with hearts ablaze.

Of children playing with their dogs,
Of turtles basking on drowned logs;
Of mothers baking cakes and pies,
Of ponds that play the songs of frogs.

But summer won't forever last,
Yet here at ocean's edge so vast,
It seems eternal is the time,
While standing still, as waves recast.

© Angel L Villanueva

Summer Tears

The angry sun was scorching lovely earth,
As rays of August stained her verdant gown.
She sought an end and so to clouds gave birth,
To clothe her form in garb as soft as down.
With harsher heat the sun began to frown,
And heaped upon her form its glaring ray.
Her anger roared with thunder all around,
Which lit the sky as clouds she turned dark gray,
Then burst in waves of tears, that blazing summer day.

© Angel L Villanueva

Lovely Summer

My sweetheart pins the day with smiles;
Her sultry arms I’ve longed to greet.
My heart with warmness she beguiles;
Without her kiss I’m incomplete.

Her dress of silk is deepest green,
Adorned with blooms of many shades.
Her bonnet blue—O so serene!
Her crown of clouds the sky parades.

The birds all fly around her form,
And land upon her lovely hand.
They then with eagerness perform
Majestic ballads 'round the land.

Her loving touch renews my soul;
I close my eyes to feel her kiss.
Her warm embrace then makes me whole;
With lovely summer I’m in bliss.

© Angel L Villanueva

Songs of Sunset

The sunset calms my mind this ending day;
It bathes me in its red and orange blush.
The crickets start to chirp at fading ray;
The trees ring out with songs—a lovely thrush.

This chorus joined by robins then inspire
Poetic words that flow as if a song.
My heart is filled with lyrics set on fire,
Which moves my lips to join this splendid throng.

When day and night complete their graceful dance,
And hues begin to fade as light seeks sleep,
The stars and moon applaud this grand romance,
Then smile with sparkling lights while dreams I reap.

© Angel L Villanueva

Beautiful Seasons

Four sisters vie to dress the earth,
Each one with beauty quite unique.
Their visits fill all hearts with mirth,
The young and old, the proud and meek.

Fair spring can make the flowers grow;
Her scent ascends to widened smiles.
Then there is summer with her glow,
She wears warm gowns of sundry styles.

Cool autumn crowns the trees with brown,
Then yellow, gold, and even red.
Cold winter brings her softest down,
And spreads her blanket on earth's bed.

These four my heart have always won,
Their graceful charm I always miss.
But still I save my love for one,
The season that my lips will kiss.

© Angel L Villanueva