As the seasons change...

As autumn plots to usurp the summer sky, and spring prepares to shatter winter's ice, poetry is written. So there, then! Here is a little feature regarding seasonal poetry.

Plucking SummerA robin plucks
Nanking cherry blossoms
in the summer breeze.  Muggy Summer Eve   Muggy summer eve --
A brilliant cardinal sings,
   Just because he can!  Summer Is Coming   The wind in the trees
Whispers softly to the stars.
   Summer is coming -- <da:thumb id="509496105"/> <da:thumb id="498263934"/>  Unseasonable (tanka)Fall Winter and Spring,
Jumbled together this year.
Uncertain seasons
Seem to be works in progress,
Artists temperamental.  Miyoji for the Season of Autumnpetrichor
our souls shall meet
again  Winter Dreams miyojicold, clear night
my dreams dwell with
the stars  ~winter's breath creeping in and we all end
up in tears i called out to you, moon mistress,
(so baptise me wolf)
but the only thing you give is
l u n a c y. <da:thumb id="505356181"/> <da:thumb id="491665258"/>  Indian summer.Dandelion seeds scatter on the breeze
       a helix of nature's life'
Loose golden strands that you watch dance
                         in the wind
         Making you want to tie promises to every single one
that paints the indian summer sky 

There you have it; just a little feature on poetry regarding the seasons that I find stimulating. These poems evoke the senses: they make you smell the earth and air, feel the crisp cold or languid heat... They are wonderful!

Cheers!