Spring’s Whisper Whispers rise from thawing soil, A symphony of life’s recoil. Green tendrils push, they stretch, they twine, In vernal birth, the earth’s divine. Summer’s Sigh In the zenith of her blaze, Summer sighs in heated haze. Languid waves of golden grain, Bow to her warm, embracing reign. Autumn’s Murmur Leaves converse in rustling…
Friends for a Season In spring’s bright bloom we laughed aloud, Two hearts in rhythm, free and proud. We danced ‘neath cherry blossoms’ rain, In fleeting moments, sweet and fain. The summer sun then shared our joy, With golden days we’d both employ To etch our names in sand and time, A season’s pact in…
Reason, Season, or a Lifetime People come like springtime showers, Bringing growth to dormant flowers. Some, for reasons that unfold, Like chapters in a story told. Others stay, a season’s length, In summer’s warmth or autumn’s strength. They shape our days, then drift away, Like leaves that in the breezes sway. Then there are those,…
Four sisters of the year, in dance entwined, Each bears a gift, for humankind designed. First comes the maiden fair, with laughter light, Her breath is Spring, with blooms bedight. She waltzes in, with a gentle hand, Bestowing life across the land. Buds unfurl at her tender touch, Nature’s palette, her brush and such. Then…
Spring’s First Whisper In the heart of the woods where the wildflowers bloom, Spring whispers her arrival, dispelling the gloom. The brook babbles bright ‘neath the sun’s tender gaze, As life paints the canvas of long winter days. Summer’s Fervent Hymn The sun beats down with a passionate might, As summer sings fiercely from morning…
Upon the pane, a dance does trace, Frost’s fine fingers in delicate grace. A ballet of ice, so light, so deft, Leaving crystal patterns, weave and weft. In the hush of dawn, cold and sheer, Each tiny etching, intricate and clear. With every breath, the glass does mist, And frost responds with an artist’s twist….
Beneath the moon’s soft silvery glow, Lies a world wrapped in sheets of snow, Where crystal lullabies drift in the air, And trees stand in robes of white, so fair. Each flake, a verse from the sky’s own song, Dances to the tune all winter long. The earth is hushed, in slumber deep, Cradled by…
In the hushed white woods where the frost fairies dwell, Under the cloak of the December’s chill, There’s a whisper soft as the snowflakes fell, With a murmur as quiet as the winter’s still. Each flake, a secret from heaven’s own keep, Tells a tale of the sky’s most gentle sweep. Dancing through skies at…
