Seasons Poems
The Clocks Go Back One Hour
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Time changes with life and life changes with time.
October grows too old,
Hobbling backwards
With the burden of years,
On the sinuous alcove of time,
Tenebrous and feathery,
Her hidden lamps blinking furiously
At the silhouettes of wasted days.
The wasted leaves of autumn
Break forth and dance down
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Autumn Leaves
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
They fall from grace to grass,
aged, scorched and dehydrated,
fluttering away further
the vanity of previous
greenness and elevated times,
reminding us of the fragility
of life,
the futility of striving to hang on
when time is up.
Magenta Blaze
by Ghairo Daniels
eyes dazed by magenta blaze
skin torn by piercing thorn
blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn
she knows her season is done
a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun
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Im Herbst
by Mario Odekerken
Die Bäume flüstern
in Farben,
die vom Abschied erzählen.
Blätter fallen
wie vergessene Gedanken
auf kalte Wege.
Der Wind trägt
den Geruch von Zeit,
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A Dance for Two
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
A dance of two, dance of two, gold sun and moon,
Granting sunrises, inky midnights, and afternoon.
A dance of two, dance of two, ruby petals of June,
With successive, hued seasons, ever coming soon.
Gaiety in deep, powdery snow-pearly winter noon,
And everlasting, jade springtime-pretty bird tune.
A dance of two, dance of two, on fall skies maroon,
When vivid colors rain, and tousled flowers swoon.
Magenta Blaze
by Ghairo Daniels
eyes dazed by magenta blaze
skin torn by piercing thorn
blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn
she knows her season is done
a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun
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Im Herbst
by Mario Odekerken
Die Bäume flüstern
in Farben,
die vom Abschied erzählen.
Blätter fallen
wie vergessene Gedanken
auf kalte Wege.
Der Wind trägt
den Geruch von Zeit,
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The end of summer
by Mario Odekerken
The cicadas hush their final song,
the daylight fades,no longer long.
A cooler wind begins to play,
and sweeps the golden heat away.
The leaves blush early,touched by flame,
as if the trees forget their name.
The skies turn soft with evening's hue,
a gentler shade of fading blue.
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fading winter spring
by Rikske Kessner
Winter’s Retreat
Iron winds fall still,
frost loosens the emerald earth —
sun spills golden fire.
Spring’s Arrival
Blossoms crown the boughs,
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Fulcrum of a Rose
by Ghairo Daniels
my soul-rose has a fulcrum
sometimes
veined petals spread across
skies unknown, thorns ready
for piercing when blood
too perfumed passionate
both melancholic forlorn
vulnerable as jasmine or sturdy
as oak delivering acorns
unfurling as time dictates
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