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beauty, life, nature, seasons,
SONNET – SEASONS GRACE
The hem of nature floats as seasons blend
with winter’s lasting days now lost and spent,
as endless summer frozen shadows mend
without the youthful feelings of lament.
In distant land where future dreams ascend
beneath the southern sky of golden light,
by heaven‘s gift a love of life transcends
on landscapes tranquil beauty’s kind delight.
As graceful night unfolds its cast on day
with morning dew of many coloured hues,
and sunrise magic cuddles shoreline's bay,
the warmth of life another love renews.
With fervor I adore the seasons grace,
as nature's peaceful fairness I embrace.
18th June, 2016
spring wakens my tree -
a bejeweled perfumed bride. . . .
love birds make their nest
summer’s yellowed lawn
beneath my tree’s sombrero. . . .
grass breathes sweet relief
fall’s quick change artist -
from green to gold to crimson. . . .
disrobed, my tree naps
Spring chased old man winter from his place
And silenced him with her capricious face
Sometimes a tear, sometimes a smile;
She would beguile
My lazy feet
To dance in some leafy bowered retreat.
When dreamy delightful summer flies
And looks at me with laughing eyes;
She draws me to her clover fields
And my heart yields
To her winsome wooing
And her siren song is my undoing.
One day I saw the sudden flare
Of autumn's wind blown crimson hair;
She stirred the whispering leaves and then
I felt again
A yearning glow
Of years remembered long ago
And I lived the dream I never knew
Of lost memories and my love for you.
We lie ‘neath the oak
on a carpet of brown leaves
that lost their amber glory.
With eyes tightly shut,
we envision spring’s return—
hoping our love does the same.
angel, death, grief,
Today another angel got her wings
Promoted for a job well done on earth
Rejoice! In heaven, all the angels sing
His grace has filled her with angelic mirth
Though quickly earth reclaims the pyre's ash
How swift the ceaseless seasons of the sun
Grief fades and loneliness becomes the lash
A harsh reminder of that special one
But in our times of sad and dark despair
Our angel fans the dying flame of love
No longer suffering, her joy she shares
Reminding us she's waiting up above
This life is for the living, not the dead
Our day will come, when no more tears are shed
June 21 2019
Love has taken a firm grasp of my soul,
ridding me of chill and bite of hoarfrost
Strong arms rescued me from the Winter's cold
Etched upon my heart is his name, embossed
He soothed my senses and woeful sorrows,
offered moonbeams to dispel darkest nights
Erased the reasons for my brow's furrows
Lifted me from harm and set my world aright
He drowned me in crashing tides of passion
then revived me with life's breath in a kiss
Pray, heart, keep beating in such sweet fashion
ne'er to be slain and cast in death's deep abyss.
Tender is this love through nature's seasons
with gentle reminders of heart's reasons
Dale Gregory Cozart
love, romance, seasons, summer,
As brief as summer you swept
across my heart's desert
like a Santa Ana wind's hot caress.
Now the eastern passes
are still as virgin rocks
unto a land whispering
of forgotten wildflowers.
In your absence marigolds bloom not
with the disappeared mockingbird.
Only as the last petals
of amaryllis wither do I ache.
You brought me a translucence
of amber for my burnished bouquet.
Love was an ebullience of golden wheat,
our laughter a resplendence of sunflowers.
angst, lost love,
Do you wish to hold me?
We can drift on the sea my love,
under the stars above.
You were my lovely dove so free,
who captivated me.
I thought I’d never be so glad
and still inside so sad
For the love we both had, is gone.
As we approach the dawn
I will think, “Once upon a time,
you were meant to be mine.”
So now my heart does pine away
Wishing that you would stay
I know that you will say, good bye
Still I will wonder why,
you chose another guy, not me.
Him on shore, me at Sea~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inspired by Brenda Chiri
She introduced me to this new form.
The form is called Luc Bat.
Check out Brenda’s poem titled “Seasons”
death, faith, imagination, lost love, love, nature, on writing and words, philosophy, sea, seasons, song-time,
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
love, sea, seasons
F alling in love with Winter; she’s ice cold dressed in snow white lace
A ll the while dating Summer, who’s still sizzling hot
L ove affairs bruised with revengeful reds, oppressed oranges, and yelling yellows
L eaving Summer with a promise to one day rekindle their love
I sing a song of springtime.
The earth is green and fair.
Life comes again with scent of rain,
and love is in the air.
I sing a song of summer.
The sun is climbing high.
We laugh and run and have such fun.
How blue becomes the sky!
I sing a song of autumn.
Trees wear their brightest gown.
It’s trick or treat, then bittersweet
as leaves are falling down.
I sing a song of winter.
I sing it soft and low.
The days grow dark and short, but hark!
We bask in Yuletide’s glow!
Written April 5, 2016 for the Seasons Contest of Shadow Hamilton
passionred, love, red,
Red is the crayon that I love to use.
So vivid and bright without any abuse.
I color so lively and make each stroke count.
Even making the water red in the fount.
In my pictures the hair on everyone's head.
Yes you guessed it, they're all a bright colored red!
The seasons of summer and winter and fall.
I color them all red without any appall.
So if you're an artist you plainly can see.
Everything will be red if you depend on me.
If you've heard like me, as it's often been said,
That "Passionate people always love red!"
daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, mother, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, seasons
God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…
who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again
On earth, as it is in heaven,
Or the Bible tells me so--
I wonder if in heaven,
Will the winds of autumn blow?
Or will there be a garden,
Will the morningglory grow--
I wonder if in heaven
Will the springs of summer flow?
And just beyond the pearly gates
Will the seasons come and go--
I wonder if in heaven
Will there fall a flake of snow?
Or will my love be waiting there;
Shall I find my crimson rose?
And marvel at her beauty...
The smile Da Vinci knows.
Soft showers fall and robins call.
The scent of grass is sweet.
Meadows green and saplings lean
in warmth of April’s breeze.
The skies are fair and in the air
the lilacs’ fragrance wafts.
Small buds first show, then quickly grow –
delighting bees and wasps!
May’s flowers beam and streamlets gleam
along the mountain slopes.
Colors sing and everything
is life and love and hope!
Besma Riabi Dziri
anger, beauty, blessing, feelings, forgiveness, friendship love,
Who am I not to excuse and forgive
when the Solo God, His mercy would give.
Rage inside, I plead to God to erase
though much of pain has on the face left trace.
All the seasons barged into Springtime
and the Rose has to keep her scent sublime.
The birds would chirp and hail a rising dawn
as night would echo the woes of a swan.
Mind and heart are forever friends and foes
heart sins and mind reasons, one to dispose !
Sweet bitter life! blest to taste and survive
The Mighty, Beauty from Him we derive.
age, autumn, hope,
To walk along a high mountain rock road
Gaze down on a patchwork of green and gold
With ribbons like glue on a mosaic vase,
A misty fall rain upon your wan face.
I know it’s a herald of change of seasons,
And I ponder and wonder the reasons,
While your eyes on the future enrapt you,
One more season, one more, let me love you.
We’ve lived and loved and grown old together,
Have withstood all of life's stormy weathers,
Still conscious are we of the mystery,
Of God's love everlasting gift to be.
Through one more season, let your dear smile glow.
My heart willing it - will make it be so.
life, love, nature,
The only news these days I need
Is sung by birds in high top trees
In the middle of the forest deep
That's the only news I need
Tells me all I need to know
Natures plans in rays of hope
All the news that's fit to run
Singing of seasons to come
The outside world can have its faults
No need for me to know them all
Only the good news that nature brings
That's the only news I need
Mark J. Halliday
fire, flower, love, marriage, simile, wife,
My Only Flame
Love, like fire, is all-consuming,
And forever should be blooming.
Endless courtship is not a game.
As we watch each year’s seasons turn,
My torch for you will ever burn.
No regrets giving you my name.
You always will my soul inspire,
Forever be my one desire--
My first and last and only flame.
Originally posted in June 2014
Connie Marcum Wong
family, humanity, life, metaphor,
The tree of life grows limbs above,
Its strength began in roots of love...
Each limb's branches may grow apart
Yet venture not far from its heart.
Concentric circles share great worth
In trials it has endured since birth,
Having weathered many a storm
Defined by bent or twisted form.
Still beauty reigns throughout the years
In steadfast growth with hopes and fears,
As earthlife seasons come and go
A will to carry on and know,
Though treasured limbs may break and die,
Newest growth reaches for the sky.
Seedlings will spread, divine and free...
In honor of the mother tree.
© Connie Marcum Wong
nature, seasons, summer,
He saunters in with a slow steady gait
gathering all of nature in his warm embrace.
The whimsical artist splashes colors to sky;
miniature airplanes and exotic shaped kites.
Vocal chords of moon beams strummed by crickets and toads;
a serenade through open windows of our humble abodes.
So light on his feet; ocean's glass dance floor;
leading sailboats to sea and lovers to shore.
His breath on your neck puts you under his spell;
caught up in his love, as romances swell.
His pulse beats hot through sun ray veins,
then he showers us with gifts of cool, fresh rain.
We lounge with him in fields and meadows,
and miss him as Fall nudges him deep in the shadows.
beautiful, green, places, rainforest, seasons, spring, tree,
I love it when Spring finally comes
The buds showing their little sprouts
Yes indeed from this seasons of four
I'm awake many sleeping plants shout
I love it when I walk through the parks
When these buds turn to a sea of green
Forgotten are the plants being so stark
This birthing season just has to be seen
I love it when I sit on the park benches
When the breeze caresses Sakura trees
The airs scented by their pinky blossoms
Mother nature and man in total agree
When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for
I love it when Spring finally comes
I've been searching for a heart of crystal
Night has a greedy desire daylight is my strength
I just hope your heart hear me now
Can not let the world pass every second counts
There will surely come a day when you want to dance
The whole wide world will smile with us
I can hear the love in your voice
It feels so right when love burns again
Glowing splash of lava just like a wild fire
Seasons change but nothing changes our first burning kiss
A-L Andresen :)
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love, nature, seasons
that first peep of the crocus
breaking through frozen earth
longer hours of sunlight
bulbs drawn by brief sensations of warmth
like hearts that had lingered in frozen graves
waiting for gestures of kindness
ice melting, exposing vulnerability
enticing daffodils, hyacinths, lilies
often emerging too early
late frosts wilt blooms
premature buds succumb to April chills
no headstones, no names
only hope remains
perhaps next spring
a longer lifespan awaits
hearts and flowers
willing to face uncertainty again
*For Francine's "Flowers" contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
kissing in spring’s rain
your touch and sweet passion’s rush
in summer meadows
our bright autumn strolls
warm embraces and that glow
kissing in the snow
just you and me
in every season -
isn’t it loverly?