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Have you danced with the leaves
in Autumn
Have you made angels in the snow
Have you welcomed the Spring
with an anthem
Have you longed
for Summer to come
In each season is a lesson
Summer is a lioness
basking in the shade
like a queen upon her throne
drowsing in the glade
Autumn is a flighty girl
with flowing skirts
and scarves
She dances in
Have you danced with the leaves in Autumn
Have you made angels in the snow
Have you welcomed the Spring with an anthem
Have you longed for Summer to come?
In each season is a lesson
Sun gold
moon silver
hearts bold
hares quiver
Spring comes
green- gold
harts- tongue
deer quiver
Winters gone
Gone forever
Princess of LilleThe prettiest mirror on the islandI wanted to let you knowThat every man wants to haveAt least one flowerOf happinessFor their wife.
Autumn, the present season
Changes of cadences and colors
It's a very charming time
We are in September
Summer just lost her limbs
Her warmth, her beauty and her tenderness.
It is your style
It is your smile
It is the charisma
It is the aroma
Running in fantastic lines
Agreeing with the magical future
In the embrace of miraculous now
We dream to heal
Life will be wholesome again
Singing waters sweetly save the world
With each glee of ready drops to sing along
Out there, there is a beauty of a world
She is beautiful
Like a mouse, her heart moves
With the window of her soul
open to Heaven’s skies
She is beautiful
My story is a mirror of souls I have been daily
With divine ink duly set diurnally
Each season with a taste of weather narrates spirally
I have never really been a person to really enjoy when it was Spring,
Because I never really sat back and thought about all of the changes and the beauty that it can bring.
SeasonsFour seasons in a year.
summer is the best one .
in the winter it's cold .
The spring is wet and muddy
the spring is the best time to play spring aau.
Seasonsfour seasons in a year
summer is the best one
in the winter it's cold
The spring is wet and muddy
the spring is the best time to play spring aau
then comes the hot,sticky and, humid summer
I always used to say I hated summer
Something about the heat
Or the sun burns
Or the bugs flying around
No matter where you go
But it wasn’t entirely true
You see
It’s true that I hated summer
Like a soft blanket with ruffles and weaves,The ground is coveredWhite, pristine, pure, she sleeps,In her, creation slumbers.
The simple joy of autumn leaves
Warm, gold hues on a sullen creek
The beauty of their short descent
The ephemeral life we all are meant
They fall onto the winter ground
Seasons by: Luis V
Some people are meant to come and go
Some people stay in your life for a season or more
Some people are meant to stay with you until death
Every now and then
I visit the park
It's beautiful in autumn
As if spring sleeps on the ground
But then there my lover is
Wearing her summer smile
Dancing in the autumn breeze
In starving sunlight
Too thin for the sky
This season claws with bare trees
scraping against heaven
I too remember plenty
Counted once among the beloved
I love to watch you wind,
as you sway the trees and blow
across the fields in a gentle breeze,
but I wonder where you go.
You disappear sometimes
in a mischievous sort of way
In the spring, the newborn sunlight glistened through her partially bleached hair.
Her eyes sparkled in the warm daylight, as they glazed over the fiction novel she rented from the library.
To wake from your sleep
With groggy, foggy eyes
And to know of what you dream
'T is something you keep.
To wake from your daze
Listening to the voices
I notice those faces
I will here plant a seed
and feel the compost of forgotten years,
and breathe the warm air of this, the present.
And wait in the world to see
Life is like the Earth
Always changing
Growth, rebirth
Movement, rearranging.
People are like seasons
Some seem to linger, to last
But for whatever reason
Others quickly become past.
You’re the type of summer that gives birth to new feelings and warmth
Giving bloom and burning heat to the loneliest of fields
I am the overbearing winter that makes loneliness stark and cold deeper
You are not the painter but the canvas
As a favorite author has said
Painted by other individuals
Colors are chosen by emotions
Hurt makes the blues
Tiny dancer falling from the sky
Pirrouetting off her twiggy perch
Then twirling gently, gradually,
Descending to the ground below
-
While in her mid-air journey
She joins a fancy troupe:
The fall was harsh, the winter was bitter.
A frozen field failed to yield spring life
except for one flower. It was no quitter.
It pushed and pounded on the ice in strife
WhisperOctober love and a delicate signatureDaintilysinging a spirits humble vowUnderindigo seasons of air Shadowsfuse and tempo with intimacyRain
PART I
Cupid’s bow spoke to me
Its Honduran mahogany
Cut piece by piece
And carved into shape
Etched with a design
In Fall, there are orange leaves on all the trees. It's the season of my birthday and Halloween. It's very dandy to get all that candy.
I believe "deceitful" is a bit harsh, prone to believe she's "full of herself" with her frosty farthingale draping my mountainside.
A tree, dry and maze-like,
With its nooks and crannies
Housing dormant figures of spiders, insects and whatnot . . .
As its gentle aging is noted by those in passing,
Dearest Friend,
Lend me your branches,
that I may spend upon them
a sultry summer day
Enfold me in broad leaves
allow secretive breaths
to divulge the heartbeat of the forest
Fall to the ground,
my falling leaves
and branches that home you.
You were once pretty things
floating above the earth
in your vibrant green.
Yet devils and demons have had their way
As the weather changesAnd seasons passI take in the worldSpinning around meSlowly, quickly
Spring showers bring an abundance of flowers,
And frogs croak fairly freely.
Warm days with sun-kissed rays and long hours,
Oh how I love spring, really.
Red, orange, yellow, brown.
A Technicolor, rainbow town.
Children go outside and play.
Even though the clouds are grey.
In this frigid winter I write
To you who reminds me of this unwelcome chill,
That comes not at my request but at the hand of nature
Like the wind, you envelop me in an unwanted embrace,
I see that everything is changing,
everything is falling into place.
And as I watch the seasons changing,
I know nothing will ever be the same.
I can see that Spring is on it's way,
when the heat wave strikes, do not moveit is better to become transparent and allow it to go through youholding onto suffering will only cause more pain either way when something is too cold or too hot it burns
Halloween
A time to laugh
A time to scream
Takes up the entire month
If you’re enthusiastic
My favorite time of the year
Two hundred fifty miles away
I miss you day by day
You make me smile, laugh and sing
In fact our love reminds me of spring
Hot tea,
soft sweaters,
whispers of the cold
Crunching leaves,
Fireplace burns,
Ghost stories told
Hearing the Seasons
By: Hannah Beasley
Winter:
Winter sounds of soft touches,
The light crunch when you step through snow,
Spring sprouted alive in his smile, In the skies turned an iridescent blue,In the winds that matted his hair with wild lilies,In the early morning dew, In the thin and transparent leaves
Decay sits at
the bank of beauty
disturbed little
by boisterous bees
or befuddled birds.
May pacing paws
trample your crunching
leaves
and evoke autumn
which stirs with
It was nothing but a blurAmidst the insecurities of life Hasty decisions Jumping into conclusions Hiding blemishes Closing gaps In betweenBroken roadsPerfectioning one another's flaws
The flurry of frozen fractals
Shatteered remains of my subconscious
Such a buoyant, bright element
Holds so much regret, pain
Drifting down,
Falling to the ground.
My mind piece by piece,
Feeling the warm rays of golden sunlight,
their gentle touch carresing
my exposed skin
as I lay still listening, watching...
The murmurr of the leaves
a whispering all of the secrets never heard,
Every season has their very own story. Even though no one notices they have stories to tell.
They watch us every single day they come out of their slumber.
Seasons write about everything they...
A year is colors is something that can blur around you
It starts off in the cold winter months, with blues and grays, and whites
before it moves to the dusty brown and pale greens of spring
Winter of last year; although friends were plentiful, the blistering cold influenced a focus on the individual-- me.
As the leaves have fallen down
So does my heart go
Bare trees rooted in the ground
Yet I fly away
Twelve months ago where were you
Seasons have changed you
Twelve months later a new you
A new year meant a new start.
The beginning was a blast,
and when that clock struck midnight
everything was in the past.
When spring came around,
things began to change.
Pencil shavings became a sign of accomplishments
A’s became common
Teachers became leaders
School became a creative space.
Glances became kisses
Even the trees are more interesting than I,
For their leaves change color.
From glowing orange to bright red,
They please any audience that drives by.
An applause in the form of a smile is what is recieved
I didn't used to feel this cold. I was the kind of kid that kept summer within them. I went barefoot through the snow, I wore shorts late into the fall. Never brought a coat. That was before I met you.
Somewhere between my birth and death,
flowers wilt and sulk, leaves breakaway,
and the wind carries the seedlings.
Things fall and deteriorate,
This spring is dry
It’s cold on a summers day
The leaves are still
Although they are not here to stay,
Humanity dipped in grey dye
January and new beginnings
Followed by intense wrestling in February
Little old ladies in their gardens at the end of March
Listening to a good record during an April shower
All these branches,
All these leaves,
They're changing colours,
Like women's weaves.
They're changing.
They're rearranging.
They're bearing all,
For the winter.
roastingwinter mealsjust beforethe snow hits,the dry chilling airencircles us twolittle penguinsin our black overcoatsas we smellsweet sugars formupon the darkening skin
Blank, white, still Earth
The silence is deafening.
Smell of happiness in bloom
Songs of the beginning of warmth.
Children playing, water splashing, freedom in the air
Stress is gone, school is out.
It all begins with a single song
Drifting, fluttering, singing along.
The sweet scents of a thousand flowers
As they mingle through the air,
It only lasts for what seems an hour,
Woods brushed in rich glows,Brisk fragrant breeze sweeps the air,Fall shouts its hello.
A Thought,
indefinite and young,
rolled among meadow grass and spring flowers,
flashing with light.
A Thought,
pooling and unwavering,
grew in lazy night and cold passion,
[The Fall - A Focal Point]
Enter the breeze, the cool air... the mystifying flow of perfection as the leaves change color for the last time.
One time, one focus, the magic of the allure
Snow twirls through the air
Soft and dainty
Crafted elegantly with designs
The human eye can't see
The sky is gray
White
Who really knows
It shields the cozy homes below
Green grass implies Spring, here in this statuesque creation,
With flowers escalating from the earth, softening its foundation.
the culdesac is quieting.
the sun is readying for bed,
and the streetlights are soon to come on.
most have been called in for dinner,
yet a few stragglers still remain,
in denial of both the ending day,
I’ll see you after seasons change
when we’re bundled up again,
when breezes penetrate thermal
layers and our fat gloved hands
are teenagers again, awkwardly
holding each other in your coat’s
In spring you said you loved me
Summer we promised forever
We fell apart in autumn
You were gone before winter started
Death is like Winter, and Winter is like Death:
Cold, barren, a frozen wasteland of decay.
So, if Death be Winter,
Birth is like Spring, and Spring is like Birth:
Life blossoming all around, growing in light.
Silky, soft, snow white skin
Glowing red, a hinting grin
Locks of blazing fire trickle near
Graceful life soon shall begin
Twinkling blue eve so clear,
Framing brazen green, so sincere
Seasonal
Green buds, bloom, bloom, without mourning,
As gentle as the rise of morning.
Yellow sun, shine, shine, with no grieving,
As peaceful as the fall of evening.
You are Winter
When the nights are long
And the mornings blur
Not a thing in our world is wrong.
You are Spring
When what melts is grey
And new life can cling
Summer breezes In my hair Keep my ideas outward flowing Winter chills In my toes Keep my feet onward dancing Spring flowers In my hands Keep my love forever growing Fall colors In my face Keep my smile a
Walking in summer
is swimming,
legs cutting strokes
through mid-afternoon heat and humidity.
Dappled shade on the sidewalk
They have stood their lastBut autumn is comingAnd the trees are the firstTo succumb to the changing days.Their leaves no longer lively and green,But now gorgeous shades of yellow and red.
There is no fall
When you aren’t here
I tried to call
But shed a tear
There is no winter
Without your love
I feel like a splinter
Upon a dove
There is no spring
*This poem was inspired by Teva Mayer's "Autumn's Child." I loved it so much that I decided to write about his playmate.*
Upon a mid-summer afternoon
The curtains find release
Dancing with the wind
Fluttering with the breeze
Silent
Have you ever looked at someone and felt completely warm?
In the coldest of winters they filled the holes in your heart with patches of summer.
You couldn't look at them without smiling or urging to share a laugh.
The cold winter breezes are turning warm,
fading into the wet spring that I've always known.
A weight presses on my chest, lifting somewhat but always
lingering,
Where the cherry shall drop into the pink oceans
And he lamb’s ear shall hear the wind’s whisperings
The undefeated sun shall shine forth into the fourth of darkness
Yet the grounds are of pearl
You won’t find me in the crowd
My colors won’t capture your attention
So what do you see
When you turn to look in my direction?
When I stare into adversity
This November I went O’er my previous sights
I saw a glorious view in a bright hue,
It’s Wicca, a new horizon but an old way.
I come to it openly and with a heavy heart
I dance, I ride, I feel the music and nature,
By the moonlight
We dance the night away
By the firelight
We sleep til the end of day
When summer is gone
We dance in the trees
We run along
Through the piles of leaves
The perfume of warm caramel married to spiced pumpkin permeates the amiable atmosphereThe stifling heat stammers a tired goodbye and welcomes the blushing breeze
How strangely the world works
You have everything you've wanted
Yet you still feel alone
In a room of your closest friends
Why is that so?
How desire touches each soul
The wind gently blows. The leaves fall from the trees, down down down they go. The smell of marshmellows roasting in the campfire fills the autum air. There's a sudden rustling of crisp leaves. Campfire songs are sung.
Who knew the month of October
could nourish my spirit and
comfort my eyes wth a
warmth of pure light and a never-ending bliss?
Gold is delicately interwoven in the
In a gigantic galaxy
Lies the 3rd rock from the sun
Sustaining all kinds of life
It continuously spun
Simultaneously rotating as it orbits
Causing change in every 3 months
Crisp air, pumpkin spice, gloomy skys.
Ringing of a bell, and a rush of young kids.
Laughing of old jokes lost in the separtion of summer.
Sharpen pencils, and new books.
Sniffling of colds and curing of hot coco
Oh! The leaves crunch beneath my feet
And the only human sound is my heartbeat!
Looking to the horizon, I see the changing trees;
Their glorious, colorful beauty makes me quiver at the knees.
A special poem for you from me a special bond no one can see I’m thankful for all the things you have done for me I’m thankful for you always being there cause when my heart was hurt I felt like no one cared for me but when I need someone to vent
Black and white days with overcast waves, gently fade away the summer daze.
The leaves, they break up with the trees and fall helplessly for the dew kissed ground.
A spectrum of green and brown that bring with them a warm sound.
I crave the act of running my fingers through your hair,
To hold your face in my palms and kiss every part of it,
Your nose,
Cheeks,
Left eye,
Right eye,
The sun is hot, the wind is low
and soft against your face.
The trees are green, their shadows
tall and cool in their embrace.
The grass is bright, the flowers vivid,
and swaying in the breeze.
A fallen leaf,
An empty street,
Cool air in my chest,
It’s the time of the year I like best,
Silence all around,
No animals to make any sound,
Time seems to stand still,
The leaves are falling
slowly, gently, scattered
It’s a little windy,
not breezing, not so strong
The clouds stroll in;
they strengthen the ice blue sky.
The orange and red
pop against puffs of heavy rain.
Sweaters unearthed from cobwebs and dust.
Warm maroons and toasty browns
Autumn is a wonderful time of year;
Leaves are turning and the sun is shining.
Pumpkin patches and Halloween are near;
Winter is a slippery time for walking
My clunky boots skate along the ice
The temperature is chillingly shocking
On this adventure, I’ve only fallen twice
Spring blooms of bright scented flowers
I forget to watch the leaves change in fall,
and notice the cold that creeps the ground.
Lost to me are the many notes and sounds
of people as they greet each one and all.
In my chest is a glimmering, bright, ball
As I gaze I see the sky change from blue to pink
Then as the night comes the moon whispers in my dreams
I do not know of the words that it speak
I just know that the world turned and is now smiling at me
The movement in the trees,
The falling of the leaves,
The change of this season -
Looks similar to the changes near me
Visually represented,
The world surrounding my being,
Fall, winter, spring, summer
Hymns like an angel
Laughter that mingles
First year of a new trauma
First year of a new drama
Needles and medical poison
Lost in your eyes I want to feel the sunrise. I want to feel the flutter of your heartbeat, in this beautiful demise. Though your hunger will make me bleed, my thirst for you will intervene. Lust lust I'm feeling lust lust, lust lust lust.
My heart is like a cabin in the woods;
Hidden from sight.
Sometimes I’ll raise signs to show that life still lives here,
But I forget;
There is no one around to see it
She’s the rainbow at the end of an autumn storm,
I’m the mud that seeps through your shoes.
She’s a cup of hot chocolate in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve,
I’m a snow blizzard that you see on the news.
Learning Summer, and in my mind,I notice no transition,So close, she stayed,So warm, she felt,And then, my soul,it sat to melt. - Z.H.
Memories of sunny days;
wind wisping softly by.
Looking down onto the trees;
birds floating in the sky.
Your Spring is lovely and sweet it makes all see youth. Your Summer burns the skin, but it makes the evenings swell.
I have a fear
A fear of falling
Heart is calling
Wanting you
Body is trembling
Hands are shaking
Eyes are longing
Mouth is wispering no
Dying inside
Of you not knowing You
purple grey
the frost eclipses
the sick sun, sure to succumb
to the wonderland
red orange
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib
Observing the sunlight peering through my window
I ought to visit the woodlands; it is where I must return
Inhaling and long exhales, enjoying the wood smoke as it burns
The bright shining sun goes down, and we watch the rigid night fall enter
A dark, dreary night
Sitting here, waiting for warmth
Tears roll down my face
The cool, breezy air
Spring has finally arrived
New plants emerging
The joy spreads throughout
"No more snow," they say.
'We are finished with that part of day.
We are past that portion of year.
We are done with that hour of drear!"
"No more snow?" I say.
"We have past all pf the array
I feel the breeze
A brush of stinging air
My breath steams through
Like smoke in the atmosphere
Your eyes raw
'round she goes like a carousel/
she was nothing
(and nothing was her)
she was engulfed
(in an iron grip)
monday to sunday
twitching and waiting
(for something to snap)
A breath of new life, a flower has bloomed
The laughter of a child plays a beautiful tune
The gardenias and jasmines stand so peaceful
The trees seem to grow older,
As the land becomes colder;
Their leaves flying away.
As the night gnaws at the day,
Time seems to freeze;
Leaving me at ease,
For I enjoy the silence.
Snow to sleet, and sleet to snow
Trudging softly to and fro.
Waiting for the golden glare
Always hidden, never there.
Sweetly “singing in the rain”
Quite a lie, to my disdain.
The world was an icy place until you shone upon the land.
Your smile was the sun that thawed the spring.
The sweet scent of you brought the flora to life.
Our passionate stares burned like the long days of summer.
The seasons keep changing and I only grow older
In the summer i am wild and free like the bonfires on the beach
I am not searching for anything but simply enjoying life as it is
Life is simple
Then comes fall
The breeze, so warm and pleasant.
The flowers, so beautiful and colorful.
The voices of the kids playing across the street, so cute and heartwarming.
The sound of the ice cream truck, so inviting and addicting.
Snowflakes unwillingly brighten the day
They drop silently; so blissfully
Through these gloves
And frozen fingers
They slip away
Leaves and bright flowers
Along a path
They start their way
paradoxically invigorated
sleeveless in bitter arid wind
mummified autumn leaves trampled underfoot
sigh in relief, sinuses desiccated by the soured air
the roar of eighteen-wheelers
the hum of dying cicadas
Mother Nature brings the seasons
with careful planning, for each a reason.
Because our cravings do not hold,
She grants each year white, pink, red and gold.
Off yonder doth the mourn sun rise through the thickets;
His arrival has come for all to see;
Silvery white hair flowing majestically, kissing its
Eternal ends to the submissive earth and trees;
The chill of autumn swiftly in the air
Its suffocation makes the summer die
And winter’s cold is much for me to bear;
I do not want to wait until July.
For leaves that once were lively choose to fall
When days transfigure themselves from orange to gray
I remember what there is to be so sad about
the way so many things can change in the matter of minutes
from orange to gray
Then next is a dark blue
Same smell of green
Cool breath in the air
Frost on the benches
Same swarthy blues
It will be here
When we were walking by the cemetery
You asked if I would still be there for you
Waves ebb and flow.
My mind is a beach,
Emotions come and go.
Some are as salty as the sea,
Others reveal the bright white sand underneath.
Right now, it is winter in my head,
Those moments smiling never alone
Laying on the soft green grass below
In your arms where it once was called home
Watching the clear baby blue space up above
Sun shining down on our skin keeping us warm
Once again Autumn is upon
Leaves are changing,
colors blossom
trees nestle into their winter shell
Year after year, I've always viewed things with such blind eyes
just a tree,
just a color,
For better or for worse,
Lovers pass.
In sickness and in health,
Lovers pass.
The seasons seem to change with the people,
Not the other way around.
We’re all just floating along in this mistaken world,
I want to spend all summer dipping our toes in the water
and crunching ice while we complain about the heat.
And I want to run my fingers through your short hair
and laugh at the sun
The Wind shares her secrets
to summer's dying Leaves;
with Her promise of spring
they fall so hopefully.
One last burst of color-
they wither away;
calmly assured
that warmth returns someday.
I carry the metal bucket
heavy with ashes
through the wooded path
to the compost heap.
Tiny flakes of snow
fall on and around me
floating down from the gray sky
Oh joy! It's the time of the year again
A time to give, a time to love, a time
To be with your loved ones and share those times
Fall is about to come...
Summertime is almost gone...
Enjoy it while it lasts,
Remember all of the best...
Keep it all in the memories...
Dreams all spread by the fire flies...
My pen touches the paper.The ink slowly flows.The world spins idly byAs my story steadily grows.
The green grass hides the
Living creatures in springs’ meadows,
Dancing, frolicking, swaying
In the wind that makes the flowers
Shiver
In such a serial back yard, no wind or leaves rustling, an expecting squirrel waits in her nest, being frozen by the cool brisk air.
Dark brow of winter,
Wrinkled and pinched from the cold,
A dusting of snow.
Bright eyes of summer,
Dancing like waving green grass,
So fully alive.
Laughing mouth of spring,
I recall that pulse of summer,
vivacious and lively when I first met you.
Fall sprang into worlds of color,
I learned the meaning of Love is Blue.
Through the winter, snow sparkled down.
Staring out at the city lightsI was wasting time, wasting timePhotographing the pieces, I reached new heightsRealizing the old colors never seemed to rhyme
Feeling the cool wind flow through my hair
hearing the crunch of the fallen leaves under my shoes
smelling hot cider as I walk in the door
seeing all the colors of the leaves
Remember December in all it's splendor
The way you held me
My body surrendered
A love so gentle
My body so tender
Yearning for you
Our last December
I may be bruised,
But I’m not broken
I will not let an ugly past
Ruin a beautiful future
Still I rise
Look at me and tell me
What you see
Not someone that’s going to fail
I will succeed
Summer. We had it all...once. It was a moment of bliss. A snapshot in time when I was yours and you were mine. Fall came into play we tried our hardest to make it each day but like the leaves our feelings flew away Winter.
Snow falls on the ground
Blanketing the land in white
Bright, cold, uniform.
Snow melts and flowers
Rise up tentatively from
The newly freed earth.
Flowers fall and leaves
The rippling grayness of water trickled beneath,Love, tender and sweet, was draw from its sheath.The hearts of two are intertwined as one,As the alluring season of autumn is begun.
The crows in the corn field wait to feed
From my flesh, they anticipate to meet their needs
They wait for me to fall, to fail, to admit defeat
Spring. I was struggling to bloom, for the new sun only scorched all in it's path.
Summer. Internally, frightened, I fought the heat. That was all you brought - no refreshing rain, no solace in shade.
Our love so great let it be ever Shown
Like salt spread on obsidian black Stone
Our hearts beating in such great Rhapsody
Syncing together in just Harmony
Let the devout reverent choir Sing
(From the touch of an instrument to slowing tempo, the high note, key to key, no beat in the surround sound but in the mind, round and round your mind goes, imgination goes exploring, exposed from the high end note, didn't know how music would be
Lost in an abundance of love,
The lover gives the her heart a chance.
It’s been months since their friendship
Has grown they have been together in sickness.
And Each day becomes another diaries page.
I'm torn between the two
My heart beats for both of you
I can't decide
I can't make up my mind
Because of the things that bind us
Like words of love, but lust decieves
I’m in love with a thing called loveBut love won't love me backAnd I don't know whyI’ve loved you since the 8th grade loveSo love me backI see her all the timeBut she won't let her love be mines
Poetry is the long winter’s night
The powdery snow ever so white
Poetry is the glittering Christmas tree
And the time spent between you and me
You are the reason autumn burns red
It bleeds to compete with your brilliance
Leaves fall as offerings when trees bow down
As you walk on by, hair like October’s gown
I dream of filling pages, but I never seem to have the words. I dream of being clever, to make people turn their heads and whisper, "how did she do that?"I want to leave them awestruck.
I let you go a little more each dayI guess it's better that way.Losing you all at once bewilders my soulRipping away a part from a whole.Hey, best friendThought I knew you so well
Changes
Three hundred sixty five days go by
And people go in and out as swiftly
As the wind blows high.
It begins with the frigid blank sheet of snowflakes
Of every kind, Ice blue hearts surrounding
Like the spring flowers blossom in,
so shall our lives begin.
We are born innocent of violence and suffering,
and from all the screams that the world is thundering.
But from these ignorant, feeble minds,
Crystallized drops of dew descend from skies
Which spill their frozen tears onto the Earth.
The careless sun has undermined their worth,
Rendering their heart cold as slowly dies
What is your favorite season?
The weather of fall is beautiful,
Glorious and bright but
Chilling and crisp.
The colors of fall are brilliant,
Red and orange and
Brown and purple.
The valleys green, the ocean blue
The golden sun in the afternoon
The soft brush of and offshore breeze
And in the fall, the piles of leaves
The colors fade, the leaves they fall
A few last notes, the music now
Ended
But oh! How it soared,
How sweet was the song that swelled
Within
When my love was your all!
Ah, Spring, I do not know how. You let all become plated with gold, yet (instead) feign a sheet of green.
The auburn sunset rings against
My eyes
The smell of fresh-fried
shrimp wafting in through rectangular
canals of a bus
a cool breeze lifts
the heat and fatigue and worries
Walking inside a white marble,
Legions of snowflakes in the air,
Like torrents of feathery arrows they swoop,
Tucking-in the ground bare.
In the early evening, I come home from the park.
And inside my house there are shadows in the dark!
If a picture’s worth a thousand words, his vocal cords must never find rest. In this tiny cottage, his blossoming collection litters walls where the wall paper used to be. Each image features her, the most stunning female of life.
With soft and tender hands,
he gently wipes away the leaves
of a helpless tree
that has shed in the autumn weather,
damaging the trunk and sap.
The season of Autumn was about in the air,
in your soul,
under the skin of the ground it cringed and blew the wind,
swirling the fire leaves everywhere.
Like fireworks in the sky.
Skipping down a sunny
patch
Leaping into the welcoming
lap
Of daisies tightly interlaced
With grasses that bend to face
The laughing spray from the
stream
That quickly spills into
Spring
Little snowflakes are falling on my face
I stick out my tongue for a tiny taste
Looking around I notice the snow pile
Spring will not be back for a little while
Layers provide me warmth from the harsh flakes
Though spring time fades and petals dim
and all man’s efforts wither then
Your beauty never shall age old
Here in my heart forevermore
I. Summer, the dramatic scene
As the stars are blinking,
fading in and out,
the bright moon smiles,
slowly rising in the navy blue sky.
Flowers are woken by the dance of Spring.
A child is born to those who will love her.
Her laughter is the peal that bells bring.
As she grows up, her spring turns to summer.
The summer to her brings the sensual sun,
I dreamt of a Kingdom in the Sky
Teeming cities and purple mountains
Stretching far and rolling wide
I dreamt of a great foundation
Cradled in the arms of the fallen
A black and blue, a bloodied nation
Spring is beautiful, alluring, and fine
Everywhere you go you see flowers bloom
With wonderful petals that brightly shine
Oh what a scene they provide for our gloom
Famous for her nipping on my skin,
The utter freshness is always new every day;
The air is so crisp and the bite of the wind
Leaves me breathless like the mountains I say;
For my loving heart began to open just as the petals
Awaiting for a bee to come and find me
Alas, the buzzing ceased but a
lonely caterpillar came to thee
A green meadow sprawls out before you,
a crystal blue stream slicing it perfectly like a knife through butter,
dots of yellow alight themselves on the tops of the grass,
winking at you in the wind,
I always die a little
In Fall
I guess
The autumn breezes
Just whisk away
My fragile hopes
And my broken dreams
And carry them someplace
Far away
And I am left
With the fears
Bloom from the Mother
From the depths to the sky
It's a start of fresh, of new, of clean
A new beginning, far to die
