Poetry is dead only to those who have silenced their hearts
Poetry is dead only to those who have silenced their hearts
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,
As blossoms blush with colors grand,
Her sister, summer, longs to bring,
Her dress of jade and ocean sand.
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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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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.
© Angel L Villanueva
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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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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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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 boldly steadfast;
Frosty her quarrel.
Ah! 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.
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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.
© Angel L Villanueva
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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 won't be set 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;
Then winter spreads her dress of white,
For fall has shed her last red tear.
© Angel L Villanueva
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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
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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,
And sheds red tears at autumn’s end.
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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.
© Angel L Villanueva
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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.
On yellow, red, fine gold and brown,
My steps alight on autumn's gown.
The hues of fall with tints of red,
Are colored tears the trees have shed.
Meanwhile my thoughts are set on you,
And wish you here to share my view.
I smile while dreaming we could walk,
On top a rainbow as we talk.
© Angel L Villanueva
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The songs of birds are heard outside
As spring arrives, a sprightly bride.
The budding flowers rise with pride,
Their brilliant colors amplified.
Soft 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.
Then squirrels play in turn beside
The leafy trees, and branches ride.
I smile as spring serves as a guide
Of nature's beauty magnified.
Tonight I'll dream, quite satisfied,
That spring today with warmth replied.
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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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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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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.
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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
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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.
© Angel L Villanueva
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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
Image by Chris Lawton on Unsplash
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.
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