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ABC Poem: Winter

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.

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.

SPRING’S CORONATION

 

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Raindrops patter and fall emitting

A fresh scent and a dampened glow

While the warming sun melts away

The last of the lingering snow.

The brittle, dead grass turns green

Coming to life once again.

Baby leaves sprout on the trees

As robins build their nests and sing.

The vast aqua blue sky crowns the

Washed and renewed earth

Generating a sense of hope to

The weary and tired world.

Winter has finally exited marking

The end of its blistery season

Just as the wise and loving Lord

Had planned in his infinite reason.

November

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Novembers’ begun

with the clouds and sun

and wind.

Coldness fills the air;

days no longer fair

but grim.

Thanksgiving will come

inviting everyone

to join

in fellowship sweet

and a turkey feast

event.

November will end;

December begins

again.

Each season its’ time;

that’s the ruling rhyme,

my friend.