Snow-Covered Treetops | Debra Sasak Ross
Brittle trees of winter
Cold wind creeps through your limbs
Like icy fingertips
Clutching at the Spring.
Snowflakes fall
Landing firmly
Creating a misty revival
For Spring’s re-birth
And salvation.
the seasons poems
Seasoned Ambitions | Kwoa
Riches spring glory,
that ambitions to sum her beauty.
But kingdoms fall easily,
and winter chills corpses irrevocably.
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The Thread That Hangs It All Together | SD Stalzer
Rose canes off bloom and bare trees
the gloom of November skies
my eyes search for color
in the amber fading light
A squint attempting to bestow
ornate frames to an otherwise
ordinary sight of glory
gone to composting leaf must.
Beige days are petrified wood
citrine and smokey quartz
sliced and offered overpriced
to a tourist market of one.
Longing for emerald and topaz
birthed from the summer soil
the coil of your embrace
is a garnet consuming –
An unassuming child who
blows life into the dying light
resuscitating the one who’s lost
the thread that hangs it all together.
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SD Stalzer is a Boston area composer, educator, technologist, and poet. His poetry attempts to merge the sensibilities of contemporary visual arts and music into verbal forms that explore the wonders and challenges of being alive.
Tinge of Winter | Ken Allan Dronsfield
The old barn moans and groans
as bones creak on this coolish day.
Stepping outside into fields of corn
I watch the winds conspire with
the grass to tickle the setting sun.
From a dark cloud drifting above,
a lone snowflake floats down and
stings the tip of my cold red nose.
I express a tinge of sadness as
my summer dream drifts away.
Twilight time chases the day away
near the dead crab apple trees on
the old farm where I once roamed.
On the Verge of Fall | Kara D. Spain
Just around the bend,
wagon wheels will be on the mend
Oiled gears will ready themselves
Hay will be stacked in neatly rolled bales
Golden strands of straw so sweet,
cotton candy will stick to our teeth
Corn will be popping, within warm air
the vibrant smell of carnival fare
Crisp winds will wrap us in gusts of love,
enlivening our senses to the sky above
Its briskness will awaken the child in us all,
evoking within us the excitement of Fall
A Walk in the Woods | Donal Mahoney
In the woods soft snow
falls on the first day of spring.
Two daffodils laugh.
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Winter | Ananya S. Guha
Winter has a meaning
In lives dark and prima facie
winter is mirage of whole summers
mindless days of murder in the sun
That is winter repealment
cathartic, bare, brittle
Leaves sighing
Summer dying.
The mirror unforgiving
The dead undying.
Comatose Plants | Mary Bone
Plants are bedded down
for the winter.
frost bites their toes.
They are waiting for the sunlight
when everything begins to grow.
Comatose until the tarp is pulled back.
growth begins with the first
drip of moisture.