Season Poems
Springtime
by Randy Johnson
It's such a great day that it makes a man want to sing.
I'm very happy because today is the first day of Spring.
Knowing that the bitterness of Winter is over is sure to please.
Warm weather is coming and the leaves will return to the trees.
When March arrives, there's something that I always hold dear.
The cold weather will leave, Spring is my favorite time of the year.
Rage of the Season
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Behold the white rage in the voice of
this thunder of
this January rain
Peer well through the window;
you shall see the fatted rage that wakes up
the somnambulist
The rage is distant but distinct,
escorted by bits of frozen clouds
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The Farmer’s Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Drops.
In clots they come,
Jetting down festers of
The mean clouds that soar even higher.
Down here, the feet of the soil are mere clod.
Furnace rules upon the face of the waves,
Brewed and distilled from faceless chimneys.
The farmer’s rain is abroad.
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Rites of the Seventh Month
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
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Spring Fashions
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Spring's latest colorful fashions are out,
All along the winding, lush garden walk.
Pastels and darks in a season turnabout,
And new fragrances are the flowery talk!
All along the winding, lush garden walk,
There are blooms both large and small,
And new fragrances are the flowery talk,
As trumpet vines wander the stone wall.
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Season of Bloom
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Late June's musky days
and gardens tell their rapture
in colorful fumes.
Such feverish excitement
in season of bloom, verdant!
Scarlet and gold reign
'Til peach and plum take over
Pinks and blues follow.
Muggy days and heady nights
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Chirping Sparrow
by Pijush Biswas
'Twi-tu, twi-tu', chirping sparrow
Let them sing full-throat'd yet
Until silence, broken, comes to end morrow.
No space, nor attic left empty
They, being engulfed in hope
Dwell there, perhaps, to seek beauty.
'Twi-tu, twi-tu', season stirred by tune
The ruffled, fluttered wings of clever beings
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On A Rainy Day
by Pijush Biswas
The sky is overcast with cloud-
The sun knows not where his pride lays;
A stolid day among untiring days.
Continuous thunders, or sounds, loud-
Make the day untrim
Dark and dim.
The Earth looks gloomy under veil
'Tis nothing but fearful symmetry
Can do him deviated from beauty
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The Farmer’s Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Drops.
In clots they come,
Jetting down festers of
The mean clouds that soar even higher.
Down here, the feet of the soil are mere clod.
Furnace rules upon the face of the waves,
Brewed and distilled from faceless chimneys.
The farmer’s rain is abroad.
......
Rites of the Seventh Month
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
......
