Seasons Poems | Poem About Seasons and Change

t'was a tulip like no other drew me near offered up the scent of summer Posted on April 23, 2025...

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The Moment of Spring The valley at last in full bloom Frosty nights And wind machines in the morning Flowers all calling Buzzing bees in the day. Everywhere greens have emerged Fresh and moist and innocent A wave of Life cresting Before summer’s heat Makes it all tired and dry Dashed upon the beach In its inevitable fall to winter. But in this moment ...

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warm cup in hand i take stock as the cool air caresses my face the smells of dawn comingle the lake ever so still with sounds of nature waking up there's nothing more precious than this moment and the sense of awe i feel i am undeniably blessed posted on April 22, 2025...

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I like hammocks. I like buzzing bees. Unseasonably warm days. Or maybe more like hours… In April, things get taken out. Then put away again. My favorite shorts. My favorite flowers. My favorite everything. Even when it’s supposed to be cold and stormy tomorrow… We don’t believe it. So we pull out clunky lawn furniture. And mow the...

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seasons February rain Has grains of ice April rain Has promise But both have in common To make equally wet February has short evening And a long night April has a long evening And a short night Equality among months Is uneven Like wealth and poverty That’s why I chose May Hope the vines will grow strong Last year’s harvest Was sour grapes ...

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The hill was bare, the sky undone, The veil was torn without a sound. Red streaked the wood, the earth stood still, And love hung quiet, pierced and crowned. But dawn returned in linen white, A folded cloth, an open stone. No trumpet called, just wind and light, And grace that walked the garden home. Now light outlives the longest night, And hope is...

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long hot days for sure here is Summer on the door ripe fruits; and some more...

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Beneath a Tree Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670 Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670 Upon the twelfth hour of Winter's gail, for a moment a glorious splashed painting appear.... as the sullin clouds run...run onward toward the east.. in a misty breath of distant dreams, I remember Basho an old friend of mine. Fugi lying silent....a summit to...

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Bright, bright light of dawn, surrounded by the tall, tall flowers. A newborn flower, newly drawn while O’er me others tower. A life began amidst so many, cradled close to mother’s plenty. Mild, mild days of childhood, surrounded by the fresh, fresh flowers. A vibrant flower ‘midst the wildwood while on me blessings shower. A life so good amidst so...

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Nature's womb is healed, and birthing seeds have been sown; renewed life coming:-...

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rime time hugs eggs good mood neat meet faster Easter happy pappy season reason Sunday nice day Dozen!...

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v2 Hiding, riding in clouds You come down from Heaven Kissing leaves and flowers, filling streams Sometimes merciless…pouring Other times gentle…misting Sporadically invited, frequently intruding Persistently presumptuous You can be cool or warm Soft or hard You may clean our wrath Soothe our soul Quench our thirst Whether you come in showers or seasons Leaving puddles of sorrow or pools of joy One thing is consistent, absolute… You are always falling…...

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Sum fall and winter; Pythagorean coldness: Square root coming spring:- ...

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Trees’ leaves were ripped off, leaving nakedness behind with teasing winter:- Nude trees not ashamed as winter winds teased them; their hope barked in spring:- Through thrusting winter, naked trees never gave in; waiting coming leaves:- ...

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Nature is canvassing… pollen and rain falling; polka-dotting earth:- ...

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