Poems about The Seasons
This is our collection of Poems about the Seasons, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.
They are free for your non commercial use.
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Poems about the Seasons
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Spring
The spiritual energies
Reaching up through the ground;
All are waking up
As Spring is coming round.
The celebrations and the party
As the light comes back around;
Are felt in one and all
And joyously abound.
Blue skies return and lift the spirits
And make one and all feel good;
Bringing back our menus
With flavours in our food.
Fresh this and fresh that
With a lovely springlike taste;
With recipes galore
Nothing goes to waste.
Maggiemay
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Bouncy lambs with springs for legs
Jumping around the fields;
Their mothers watching over them
As baby milk they yield.
Little bundles of curly white
Need watching over and keeping warm;
As sometimes the chill comes back
Give them shelter on the farm.
Maggiemay
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Five busy honey bees were resting in the sun.
The first one said, "Let us have some fun."
The second one said, "Where shall it be?"
The third one said, "In the honey tree."
The fourth one said, "Let's make some honey sweet."
The fifth one said, "With pollen on our feet."
The five little busy bees sang their buzzing tune,
As they worked in the beehive all that afternoon.
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The butterflies are coming back
Some color in the gardens;
With snowdrops popping out the first
Then daffodils starting season.
Tulips are not far behind
A colorful array;
It's a pleasure out the window
Every single day.
Maggiemay
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Poems about the Seasons
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Summer
Garden sprinklers spraying all the grass
It keeps it all bright green;
It is one of the most beautiful colors
You have ever seen.
It refreshes the eyes alone
The cows love the grass to eat;
Everything will grow well now
We will have plenty of wheat.
The warmth of the sun
Looking down the lane in the haze;
Sweaty balmy evenings
And long hot summer days.
Cool juices and iced coffee
Ice cream and cola too;
Maybe a trip to the beach.
For the kids and me and you.
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The lazy hazy days of summer
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Butterflies
Butterflies go fluttering by
On colored wings that catch the eye.
On wings of orange, and silvery blue,
On wings of golden yellow, too.
Butterflies float in the air,
Making their homes most anywhere:
The rain forest, field, and prairie land,
On mountaintops, and desert sand.
If winter brings the cold and snow,
To warmer climates, off they go!
Returning home the following spring,
Beautiful butterflies on the wing!
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A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining,
the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing,
and the lawn mower is broken.
James Dent
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I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
John Vance Cheney
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Summer has now thrown open her emerald doors.
Every part of the landscape is profuse in leaves and flowers,
and "green-robed senators of mighty woods" are clothed in their most elegant array.
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Poems about the Seasons
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Autumn
Autumn Queen of the Year
When the pumpkins are so yellow
And the vines with grapes abound,
When the melons are so mellow
And the nuts fall to the ground;
When persimmons lose their bitters,
And the apples are so red;
When we love to eat corn fritters
Since the roasting ears have fled;
When vacation days are over
And the children go to school,
They no longer play in clover,
But much learn "Arithmos-rule,"
When weird Hallowe'en's most naughty elves
With gnomes and sprites appear,
While fat Thanksgiving fills the shelves -
'Tis AUTUMN, QUEEN OF YEAR.
Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr.
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The milkweed pods are breaking,
And the bits of silken down
Float off upon the autumn breeze
Across the meadows brown.
Cecil Cavendish
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There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!"
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The autumn calls as winter is nigh
The golds and the russet browns;
So many shades for us to enjoy
They take away my earlier frowns.
The summer ends and days shorten
The coolness settles in;
Jumpers get taken out of drawers
Mom gets out the gin.
Casseroles and warming stews
The menus changed again;
Back to school and work
Alongside the new freshmen.
Maggiemay
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Poems about the Seasons
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Winter
Christmas comes but once a year
It's different every time;
Sometimes wet and sometimes snow
Maybe it's a sign.
Does Santa travel better
When the snow is all around;
Or can he glide on the stars that shine
With gifts for all and abound.
Sparkling paper and lots of tinsel
Red suits and rudolphs nose;
Builds up the anticipation
As it grows and grows.
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Long nights around the fire
Cuddled on the sofa;
Watching films and eating corn
Not really going far.
It's wet, it's windy so hand me that coat
I've got my gloves and scarf;
I look foward to stew and dumplings
I'll be back in an hour and a half.
Maggiemay
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The ground is hard the grass is not seen
The hay is taken out;
The cattle and the livestock
Are in the fields all round about.
The towns are grey and slushy
All freezing overnight;
You need to wear big coats
And wrap up really tight.
The skies are grey and full of rain
It might be sleet or snow;
This is when holidays look so good
Oh, I really want to go.
So trudging round the shops today
I felt a heavy gloom;
As all are weighed down with flu and colds
And bad weather looms.
Energy levels drop to zero
Although the air feels fresh;
need something to look forward to
Instead of all this mess.
Maggiemay
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Thanksgiving
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway ---
Thanksgiving comes again!
Maggiemay
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We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it
Yet our opinions have no permanence;
like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.
Chuang Tzu
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Thanksgiving Time
When all the leaves are off the boughs,
And nuts and apples gathered in,
And cornstalks waiting for the cows,
And pumpkins safe in barn and bin,
Then Mother says, "My children dear,
The fields are brown, and autumn flies;
Thanksgiving Day is very near,
And we must make thanksgiving pies!"
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