Tag: Poetry about seasons
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Die Free On The Breeze
Die Free On The Breeze Wind blown autumn leaves Cast off, unneeded by trees Die free on the breeze
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Dark Half Of The Year
Dark Half Of The Year Autumn equinox dark half of the year begins light nights are ending
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Another Season
and now another autumn another season come another summer over another season done and later will come winter and later still the spring and later other seasons and later still, nothing
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Summer Into Autumn
Everything Has A Season Autumn. Strings of shining spider webs; dew-drop sprinklings on sparkling grass; curling leaves, turning brown; burning dead and broken branches, twigs and sprigs of withered shrubs; digging borders, mulching soil, cutting back and tidying the dead and dying things. Morning chills in crystal air, carrying mist from mouths and snouts of…
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Swallows Are Leaving
Swallows Are Leaving Swallows are leaving Following the warm winds south Summer is dying
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The Season Unseen
Spring. The season of seasons, this season, unseen. All around, the green, the jade and emerald jewels of leaves and buds burst with life, out of sight. Sunlight blesses sullen earth, raises tendrils, like the green fingers of soiled hands in prayer, to greet it with a drowsy wave. The frowsy days drift by. Birds…