Lovely Seasons

End of Summer

When summer left and took her warming shawl,
The birds towards the south began to fly.
The leaves of wizened trees began to dye,
As shorter days announced the hues of fall.

In town, there is the snore of one at rest;
His lawn, pristinely kept, begins to sleep.
He then arises, seeking sod to reap,
Before the rage of winter is expressed.

But there across the street a lawn, not kept,
Is dressed with nutsedge weed and carpet grass.
The drizzly morning sees the mower pass,
And one misty-eyed dandelion wept.

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Enclosed Rhyme

Autumn's Hand

I reach across for autumn's hand,
When leaves begin to ride the air,
To walk amid the changing land.

Though I have yet some days unplanned
And winter waits to bring her glare,
I reach across for autumn's hand.

I pine for spring and summer sand,
But autumn calls, so I prepare
To walk amid the changing land.

The fallen leaves with red are tanned
So till I meet with winter's stare,
I reach across for autumn's hand.

The frigid winds will come as planned,
But my desire it won't impair,
To walk amid the changing land.

When summer yields to fall's demand
And towns prepare a Sunday fair,
I reach across for autumn's hand,
To walk amid the changing land.

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Poetic form: Villanelle

Autumn's Return

As summer ends its days of jade,
And frost announces fall's return,
The leaves prepare their yearly blush;
A reddish-brown we soon discern.

While autumn tints the waiting trees,
And verdant grass returns to sleep,
The birds migrate to southern lands,
Though others choose the fall to keep.

When shorter days have matched the nights,
A fragrant scent imbues the air.
The piles of leaves are musky-sweet;
A fragrance cherished everywhere.

As parents watch their children play,
They reminisce their youthful days.
When once on leaves, they too had played,
And laughter rang as songs of praise.

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Poetic form: Quatrain

Winter's Hold

Seraphic seems her entrance every year,
Her dazzling gown enthralling viewer's eyes.
But blight can soon replace the thin veneer,
Revealing days of gray in her disguise.

Arrayed in garb of bold and stunning white,
She enters when the leaves conclude their days.
The colors autumn brings no longer bright,
Replaced by snowy scenes that winter lays.

Her flowing hair descends on barren trees,
And coats the naked branches till they bow.
But early spring can break her swaddling freeze,
And ease the icy grip from every bough.

Her frosty coat can seem like paradise,
Till spring suspends the spell of her device.

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Poetic form: Sonnet

Winter's Broken Promise

'Twas soft the kiss she promised me,
A fluffy layer, soft and white.
Instead she brought a frigid spree,
With hands of ice, my face to smite.

A fluffy layer, soft and white;
She failed to bring her downy gown.
With hands of ice, my face to smite,
She coats the roads of every town.

She failed to bring her downy gown,
A promised blanket, gently bound.
She coats the roads of every town;
Unsightly sleet arrays the ground.

A promised blanket, gently bound;
The pledge she made was soon renounced.
Unsightly sleet arrays the ground;
The change she made was unannounced.

The pledge she made was soon renounced,
Instead she brought a frigid spree.
The change she made was unannounced;
'Twas soft the kiss she promised me.

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Poetic form: Pantoum

November's Early Kiss

A symphony of brilliant red
October weaves like silken thread.
Those budding weeks of blushing trees,
Of yellowed orange leaves can ease
An aging mind to reminisce
The years of glowing, golden bliss.

But once October's leaves have spread,
November can be seen ahead.
She gently brings a cooling breeze,
Her times of downy white that please
Beholding eyes who long for this,
To feel November's early kiss.

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Poetic form: Lay

An Autumn Path

The path he takes this early day
Is dressed in dew and straws of hay.
The morning mist obscures his view;
The barn, though near, seems far away.

The sleepy sun begins to rise,
And light prepares to climb the skies.
He sees the path much clearer now,
As life awakened fills his eyes.

He senses changes autumn brings,
A mix of scents from lovely things.
The air, perfumed by turning leaves,
Is fragrance loved by serfs and kings.

Above he hears migrating birds,
Their calls of joy, like soothing words.
They tell of lands where warmth awaits;
A transient home for flocks and herds.

The cows have stirred and move about,
And roosters crow as piglets rout.
A dog begins to run to him,
His faithful friend and eager scout.

So much to do while autumn stays,
Before the freeze of winter’s gaze.
And yet, for now, he walks the path,
And sings a psalm of morning praise.

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Poetic form: Rubaiyat

Autumnal Days

Her whispers can be heard when trees
Begin their blush at summer's end.
A signal sensed in every breeze,
When soothing, cooling nights portend
Her new return as leaves descend.

She stalls the days of winter freeze;
And trees, whose branches are ablaze,
Display their best with splendid ease.
A paradise for all who gaze
The colors of her gown and fraise.

Cerise and crimson leaves can please
Admiring eyes of all who yearn,
Who yearly wait for days like these.
To muse, to love, and also learn;
But short, too short, is her return.

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Poetic form: Quintain (English)

Winter's Breath

The sudden chill of winter's sigh
Caresses me when autumn flees.
My meager warmth she tries 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 her song,
Her wintry hold upon me strong;
A frosty kiss she plants with glee.

But shortly I will see the one
Who warms my soul with her embrace.
As frigid winter ends her run,
Her icy tears will be undone,
When spring begins to kiss my face.

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Poetic form: Quintain (English)

Snowy Day

The snowy day has slowed my drive,
While heading home to my dear love.
The blinding squall deprives the eyes
From seeing signs on posts above.

I'm lost in this white night, because
The snowy day has slowed my drive.
But I press on without a pause;
This frigid storm I will survive.

To my dear love I will arrive,
And kiss her face and hold her tight.
The snowy day has slowed my drive,
But I won't fail my love this night.

Ahead of me the road now clears;
It is the road for which I strive.
Then I can tell my love who cheers,
The snowy day has slowed my drive.

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Poetic form: Quatrain

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.

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Poetic form: Rubaiyat

Seasons

O, stunning fall in saffron gown,
Of crimson shades without compare,
The leaves have turned 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 splendid art 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,
Of blossoms blushed in colors grand,
Her sister, summer, longs to bring,
Her dress of jade and ocean sand.

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Poetic form: Quatrain

Spring's Promise

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

But as she left, I sensed a parting kiss,
As if in words, to set my mind at ease:
"Do wait, fear not my sister's cold embrace,
For days she has before I take my place."
And so as winter rides a gelid breeze,
I pine for lady spring, whose touch I miss.

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Poetic form: Sonnet - Petrarchan

When Spring Arrives

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

The rain revives the grassy side,
Where verdant blades grow 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.
The 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 early spring revived what died.

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Poetic form: Monorhyme

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.

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Poetic form: Sonnet

The Last Red Tear

The oak tree holds a last red leaf,
Yet autumn's stay has been too brief.
Now winter soon will take the stage;
She brings along her white motif.

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

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

When winter's breath tomorrow nears,
And soon behind her snow appears,
The leaf will yield to wintry wind,
The last of autumn's crimson tears.

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Poetic form: Rubaiyat

Reminders of Autumn

He walks in thought when dawn her veil has tossed;
The tranquil morning shares an early frost.
He knows that autumn soon will have to leave,
Allowing winter's hands to chill the eve.
A painting fall has left among the trees,
Of colored leaves that shiver with the breeze.
They dance and twirl, then rush toward the ground;
A stunning scarlet clothes the land around.
Their beauty he absorbs while walking on,
Then stops to breathe the air of early dawn.
Through morning’s haze he views the wondrous art,
The colors fall has left to warm his heart.
He takes a leaf that lies beside a tree,
Remembrance of what autumn days can be.

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Poetic form: Couplet

Autumn Tears

The change of scene at summer's end,
Restores the days of lovely fall.
The trees begin their yearly blend,
The hues of red from autumn's shawl.

The countryside has many trees
Of gold and yellow, even brown.
But others don the reds that please
The crowds that walk on autumn's gown.

When autumn adds its hues of red,
Some crimson, scarlet, rust, cerise,
The artists on their canvas wed
Pastels of red — a masterpiece!

But when at last she says goodbye,
The leaves begin to wilt and bend.
The crown, her pride, begins to die,
The reddish tears of autumn’s end.

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Poetic form: Quatrain

Beautiful Fall

Beauty and grace adorn her dress,

Enchanting all who walk about.

Alluring colors are unlocked,

Unveiling hues of red throughout.

The tints of blue and gold are there,

Imbuing leaves with luscious life.

Fulfilling wants with ample smiles;

Unseating days of stress and strife.

Lively and fun, are autumn days,

Feeding the eyes and minds alike.

As fall prepares each daily phase,

Look on with awe as trails you hike;

Let autumn set your heart ablaze.

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Poetic form: Acrostic

Walking On A Rainbow

I hear the laughter of the breeze,
While walking by the swaying trees.
Their leaves are cast upon the ground,
Where rainbow colors now abound.
Of gold and yellow, orange, brown,
My steps alight on autumn's gown.
The hues of fall, with tints of red,
Are colored tears the trees have shed.
It's then my thoughts return to you,
And wish you here to share my view.
I smile while dreaming we could walk,
On top a rainbow, as we talk.

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Poetic form: Couplet

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.

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Poetic form: Rhyme

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.

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Poetic form: Rispetto

Lazy Summer Days

It seems a dream, the warming touch,
A day of breeze, of clouds 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 display a smile;
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, stretched on logs;
Of mothers baking cakes and pies,
Of ponds that echo songs of frogs.

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

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Poetic form: Rubaiyat

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.

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Poetic form: Quatrain

Songs of Sunset

The sunset soothes my mind on gloomy days;
It bathes me in its red and orange blush.
When crickets start to chirp at fading rays,
The trees ring out with hymns from Swainson's thrush.

Graceful ballads bring my spirit higher,
And words begin to flow as if a song.
My heart then fills with lyrics set afire,
Which move these lips to join the splendid throng.

When day and night complete their graceful dance,
And hues begin to fade to twilight sleep,
The stars and moon observe this grand romance,
Then share their dazzling smiles, while dreams I reap.

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Poetic form: Quatrain

Beautiful Seasons

Four seasons vie to dress the earth;
They each have beauty quite unique.
Their visits fill all hearts with mirth,
The young and old, the proud and meek.

In spring we see the flowers grow,
While scents ascend to widened smiles.
Then there is summer's warming glow,
With verdant gowns of sundry styles.

In fall the trees are crowned with brown,
And yellow, gold, and even red.
Then winter brings her softest down,
To spread on earth a fluffy 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.

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Poetic form: Quatrain

Seasons

Lovely Seasons

The annual seasons provide much in the way of inspiration to write about the beauty and delight they offer.

In my poems they are poetically described and personified, engaging the mind with imagery to further enhance our love and appreciation for the richness that surrounds us.

To read a poem, click on its thumbnail image.

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