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Becky’s ABC Poem: Autumn

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Autumn, aromatically sweet

Before the arrival of a blustery winter scene.

Crowning of billowing trees,

Decorated and adorned,

Emerge in vibrant, resin-scented leaves.

Foliage overhead of lemon,

Green, mango-orange, and shades of gold.

Hovering sphere of light

In the deep sea-blue sky

Journeys from dawn to the arrival of dusk;

Kaleidoscope of sunlight brilliance

Lightens and caresses the marbled planet while in

Measured time, earth orbits and rotates from

New moon to full moon and from

Onset of each new year and new season; its’

Pathway determined in ancient times.

Quivering rays of stretching sunbeams

Reach the autumn forest filled with

Swaying boughs of leaf-laden trees;

Translucent rays brightly display

Unified and blended scene

Vivid in rich hues of harmony

While the cooler wind softly blows.

X-ray vision silently reveals

Yellow, orange, and green veins hidden in minute

Zig-zag stripes in the cluster of autumn leaves

Now gently falling and floating in the

Softly flowing breeze.

ABC Poem: Winter

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Arctic blast of frigid air

Blustery winds; days no longer warm and fair.

Carpet of white blankets the ground;

Descending showers of flakes cascading down.

Elegant snow-laced branches sprout from the bare trees;

Forest now stripped of its lavish autumnal canopy

Grass once green as an emerald jewel

Hidden and withered by winter’s abrupt arrival.

Icicles droop, lengthen and stretch

Jutting downward from the roof’s shingled ledge.

Kelly green leaves no longer seen; absent also

Lemon-tinted foliage with hues of maroon, and burnt amber gold.

Moon, bright and full, keeps watch over the barren land;

Night time sky filled with glistening stars vibrant and grand.

Overlooking the strangely quiet cluster of leafless trees,

Pines tower proudly upward, resolute as ever.

Quiver, they may in the wintry wind’s brutal wake

Resisting the icy claws of the lashing breeze;

Still yet clinging to their needles of jaded green.

Tinted vaulting canvas of heavenly blue basks

Underneath the cold sunlight’s downward view.

Virgin, untouched snowdrifts like perfectly shaped sculptures;

White-capped fields covered with unblemished designs in nature.

Exhilaration and delight capture the

Young at heart and old alike with

Zeal and wonder of winter’s pristine presence

amidst the frigid arctic season.

ABC Poem: Autumn

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Autumn, aromatically sweet

Before the arrival of a blustery winter scene.

Crowning of billowing trees,

Decorated and adorned,

Emerge in vibrant, resin-scented leaves.

Foliage overhead of lemon,

Green, mango-orange, and shades of gold.

Hovering sphere of light

In the deep sea-blue sky

Journeys from dawn to the arrival of dusk;

Kaleidoscope of sunlight brilliance

Luminating the marbled planet while

Marching on in measured time from

New moon to full moon and from

Onset of each new year and new season; its’

Pathway determined in ancient times.

Quivering rays of stretching sunbeams

Reach the autumn forest filled with

Swaying boughs of leaf-laden trees;

Translucent rays brightly display

Unified and blended scene

Vivid in rich hues of harmony

While the cooler wind softly blows.

X-ray vision silently reveals

Yellow, orange, and green veins hidden in minute

Zig-zag stripes in the cluster of autumn leaves

Now gently falling and floating in the

Softly flowing breeze.

Beyond the Transparent Glass

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Sitting near the sunlit window

With wondrous eyes and pointed nose;

Watching golden autumn leaves

Float and twirl in the breeze.

Oh to touch and grasp a leaf.

To smell and taste; is it sour or sweet?

Reaching with a curious paw

Only to meet the smooth pane and that is all.

Looking wistful and a bit downcast

At being thwarted by the transparent glass.

Continuing to stare into the sunshine’s haze

With a quiet and yearning gaze.

And with paw on window remaining at rest

Still hoping to reach further yet

Beyond that barrier of transparent glass

to touch a fluttering leaf at last.

Autumn in the Air

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Days are ever shorter

And gradually cooler;

As a later sun rise

Filters the morning sky.

Clusters of dangling leaves

Still adorned in shades of green

While clinging to their branching vines

Against the tide of passing time.

But then pause, look, and behold:

Vibrant splashes of yellow, orange, and gold.

And a leaf here and there

Silently lets go floating in the air.

The vaulting sky still illuminates radiant sunshine

As if determined to thwart the swiftly encroaching night.

Squirrels and other creatures too scurry to and fro

Gathering acorns and food before that first winter snow.

Days become ever cooler still

Until there is a blowing wintry chill

And all too soon all the once vivid leaves

Loosen their grasp in a blustery breeze

Fluttering downward, carpeting the ground;

Naturally accepting their time had come.

So quietly Autumn exits allowing Winter

To have its season amid this transitioning weather.

But even so with each new passing day,

I will choose to cherish this time that the Lord has made.

Welcoming AUTUMN

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Acorns dropping from the old oak trees

Uncovered and bare branches sway in the chilly breeze

Thick needled pines remain a deep hunter green

Untouched by time and the approaching winter season

Maple, elms, ash, and birch all sway and soon follow suit

Now changing hues and peaking as their leaves drift upon my shoes.

LEAVES in the Fall

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Lingering foliage aromas sweet

Easing us into Autumn’s gentle retreat.

Aimlessly churning

Vibrantly turning

Ending their silent journey at my feet.

Slowly fading and decaying; their life cycles  now complete.

Guest Poet Kathy B October 16 2014

 

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The Tree’s Four Seasons

Spring brings new, gleaming green life to the bare and lonely tree,

The tree waves in the gentler wind, happy as the leaves bud free,

Summer brings the sun which shines on its beautiful carpet of leaves,

Autumn brings the most brilliant yellows, reds, and pumpkin oranges

Just before the mean winds of November come to blow causing the glorious leaves to tumble,

Rakes and blowers noisily and greedily scoop up the beauty as people grumble,

All winter long, the tree is bare and lonely without its friends, its precious leaves,

It may even lose a few of its limbs as the ice and snow weighs the sad tree down,

The tree awaits the promise of warmer days, and the bird’s song, hurry Spring,

So the leaves will once again cover it happily, like a gorgeous green gown.