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  Seasons Change and Autumn ...... By Lillian Smith
Winter .......By Ryan Thompson
Mid-Season Sonnet ....by Rich Roach
Spring has Sprung..by Shelby Forrest
Touches of Heaven  and Leaves ............by Virginia Rodriguez
Modern Mischief...by Gerry Rothery
July in September.....By Chris Sorrenti
Spring of 76, Autumn of Your Life and Autumn Has Met Autumn.... by L.B. Strawn
Seasons Blend and It's almost Springtime ... by Hope Smith
Bears of a Different Color .... by Anna Mae Wittig
  Beginnings .... by Ken Wittig
  Seasons of the Soul ..... by Shelby Forrest
Florida has three Seasons (Hot, Hurricane & Hope) .. by Anna Mae Wittig
    Summer,, Winter's Scene,
Winters Days Come Calling, Winter's Sky ...by L.B. Strawn

Autumn

Winter

A Mid-Season Sonnet

Spring Has Sprung

Young lovers walk together hand in hand,
And in the park there's music from a band.
High in the steeple church bells gaily ring.
We know we've passed through Winter into Spring
--

   TOUCHES OF HEAVEN

Melodious sounds in treetops high above,
reflects the nightingale's song of intimate love
Miracles of our Creator show love so much
displaying examples of heaven's glorious touch.

Be quiet, be still and look up and down,
all is not lost in this bleary, sad town.
God's glory is revealed and seen all the while
shining out to a cold world in a child's brilliant smile.

LEAVES

Sun streaks down to warm from above
Let us know well God's infinite love
He shows it so plain the lesson so dear
First dying to self, then new birth draws near.

Frost like diamonds settles on boughs
extending out to their Creator for they all know
He who formed them will again bring them to life
while most humans all live in discord and strife.

It takes a brief moment for all to see
the beauty God wrought in our neighboring trees
with uplifted hearts with all of our might
to bring everlasting joy, peace and delight.

The miracles shown forth in all God's grandeur
It's a constant reminder to all who remain pure
He fills us with His glory down in our hearts
by viewing His colors of love which will never depart.

Moderate Mischief

I'm glad you're just wind from the north-east,
As storms go, you're one of the least.
So I'll choose you over a hurricane,
or a tropical storm with a dying name.

Or a tornado with a whirling wind,
Wild, destructive, and undisciplined!
"Thank God for small favors", I've been known to say,
So for "moderate winds", I'll thank Him today!

JULY IN SEPTEMBER

 Autumn’s Trojan horse
 waiting patiently
 to break the balm
 of Indian Summer
 cool nights 
 a foreshadowing
 of what’s always laid ahead

 let us not forget
 children are back in school
 department stores cluttered
 with Winter’s wear
 and though barbecues still sizzle
 sparrows sing happily
 to one another
 other red breasted friends
 have quietly slipped away
 already begun
 their southern vacation

SPRING OF '76

Cause a lazy feeling inside,
Want to curl up somewhere and hide,
Not want to walk, but only ride;
But---will that feeling forever abide?

No, not long, certainly not forever;
With the passing of spring it will sever
And flow away like a gentle river,
For it's a thing we call “spring fever”.

The blood thins out, the heart beats slow
Leaving our energy somewhat low,
But, e'er the summer breezes blow,
Our bodies, once more, will begin to glow.

Yes, glow they will, and begin the quiver
And pulsate like a rolling river
With strength received from the blessed giver,
And we'll be rid of "Ole Spring Fever".

             AUTUMN OF LIFE

        The leaves which frolicked so gaily
        In the spring and summer's breeze,
        Will be falling, almost daily,
        Before the winter's killing freeze.

Though saddened by this sobering thought,
I'll enjoy this time, as life gently slows,
And, though each day is danger fraught,
The water of life still eagerly flows.

AUTUMN HAS MET AUTUMN 

        We love to see them flutter
        In the Indian summer breeze.
        They brighten up the lonely days
        And bring delight, as if to please.

We know that summer's trials
Have caused them anguish e're they met,
But we trust the hand of God,
In their future has been set.

        That the beauty of their season
        Will last a lifetime through.
        That each will know companionship
        That is tender, kind and true.

We pray that Autumn colors
Will go on and never fade,
That they will last forever
In heaven's pastoral glade.

Seasons Blend

My golden sun kisses
For you I’ll send
Love from my heart
Our seasons to blend

A freshing love blooms
Open and appear
Spring to your fall
To touch and be near

Heart love blossoms
Two hearts behold
My springtime glow
Blends your autumn gold

..................................................................
 

It's Almost Springtime

Once a bare bark
With thi rsty desi re
Soaks in showers
Adorns green attire

Winter’s dormancy
A springtime nears
Trees in readiness
Each leaf appears

Unfolding are buds
From winters sleep
Scents filling the air
Petals start to peep

Waving in its glow
A graceful butterfly
Blooms bright faces
Holding heads high

Humming , buzzing
In glowing sunshine
A garden is blessed
Its almost springtime

They've made a batch of cider,
Stocked the freezer to the brim,
Donned their warmest sweaters,
To wait for winter to set in.

They're ready now to hibernate,
From October until May,
And 'cept for work & emergencies,
That is where they'll stay.

While we-folks down in Florida,
Emerge from our A/C,
Where temps extreme and humidity,
Took their toll, you see.

May to October kept us in,
OUR hibernations's over,

It's our turn now to go outside,
To smell the flowers and clover.

Up pop "garage sales, fleamarkets",
And concerts in the park,
Fishing, golf and Theme Parks,
Walk the beach till it gets dark.

We'll wake you in the Spring, friends,
When your snow has gone in May,
But after that, you'll not see us,
In the A/C, we'll stay !

Seasons Change

Huge black clouds reared across the sky with ominous outrage.
Swift as a arrow, darkness fell like a curtain on a stage.

Bushes and trees had great shakes and quivers.
Rain changed to abundant frozen, ice slivers.

The roaring wind had a voice like an old lion that had been
     challenged for leadership and been defeated.

Winter is approaching quickly, Summer fun and Fall
     delights have come and now retreated.

Beginnings

These beginnings are thought by all to be,
Different than ever before,
But the world keeps spinning, and history,
Repeats itself forever more.

Seasons of the Soul

When moods of deep depression form,
Tis Winter in my soul.
Dark thoughts and dreams up from the depths
Bring forth a chilling cold.

Then laughter, as the children play
Drifts softly to my ear
And I have feeling in my soul
That breath of Spring is near.

The season of Autumn is for the soul-
Tranquility and peace.
A time for giving love and care,
And hostile thoughts will cease.

Its season of Summer brings to the soul
A mood lighthearted and free
Through space, unencumbered, to heavens soar,
Then return across mountains and sea.
--

But now there's new meaning to the changes in weather,
And this season sees us... gathering together,
Batteries, candles, flashlights and such,
Water and canned food, we can't have too much.

For our season's not Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall,
Our "Hurricane" season supercedes them all.
Our trees don't change color, the whole state is green,
And "fall" means the fallen trees that we've seen.

And delicate fall breezes, we remember so well,
Are now hurricane winds that can put us through hell.
And our temperature stays above ninety-five,
Never thought that I'd pray for winter to arrive!

But we do, and it comes, and the winds now don't blow,
And God makes up for trouble, for we don't shovel snow.
And we bask in the sunlight, humidity goes,
The temps are Spring-pleasant, and everyone knows.

That this is the reason, we weather each storm,
No snowplows, no boots, Don't need coats to keep warm!
 Hurricanes are forgotten, Springlike breezes come along.
But somehow Santa on a surf board... makes Christmas all wrong !

 SUMMER

So tiny and fragile, such a wee little thing,
And, oh how she loves to cling to her mummy
You can almost her little voice sing
As she nurses and fills her tummy.

How can you describe a baby's smile
With her tummy filled, and content?
It makes every problem well worthwhile.
>From heaven those smiles were sent.

At nine months and fifteen pounds
She's the smallest grandchild, to date,
But now she's making the cutest sounds
That I wish her "growing up" could wait.

With every grandchild, that thought will come,
But, think of the joys we would erase.
As they grow to maturity and watch them bloom,
There will be others to take their place.

So, I'm looking forward, Summer, dear,
To the lovely girl, into which you will grow,
And hope we can always be very near,
For I love you very much, you know.

           WINTER SCENE

        I would dearly love to bring
        The picture back as clear as then.
        My heart would jump for joy and sing
        Remembering how and where and when.

I can remember a lovely spring
With trees in leaf and flowers in bloom.
What happiness these memories bring,
And yet, there is a touch of gloom.

        This scene, too, is somewhat dull;
        That same mist dims my memory's screen.
        Oh, that the image were sharp and full,
        To see the meadow's grassy green.

Summer and autumn bring memories, too,
And, though that shadow is there, still,
The sky retains it's azure blue,
And brings my heart a silent thrill.

        The agent which dulls seem to be
        Age, which has stealthily crept
        Upon my ancient reverie,
        While my soul, in slumber, slept.

Though such memories are very good
May I not such scenes enjoy,
In this, today's presenthood,
As aging man, not youthful boy?

        Yea, my eyes are with me yet;
        With all the loveliness around,
        Failing yesterdays bring no regret.
        The beauty of today, I've found.

WINTER'S DAYS COME CALLING

        WINTER'S SKY

That beautiful, full, yellow moon,
A gigantic pearl in the blue.
It's just impossible to describe it
To the satisfaction of me and you.

Each of us has our own thoughts
Of what we think them to be;
And, of the effect they have on our lives,
Through our mind's eye we can see.

Let us pause at this point for a moment
And consider that full, yellow moon;
For some, it's a time of sadness---
For others it brings love's sweet tune.

But, if by chance, you think witchcraft,
Strange forms come into your mind.
Eerie, sinister, yea, even evil;
No peace in your thoughts will you find.

Or, the stars; what sign are we under?
Could these strange forces cast a spell?
We know that all were fashioned by God;
Only he can, the answer, tell.

So, how can a poet describe them
To our satisfaction, though he should try.;
That full, yellow moon, the twinkling stars,
In the wind chilled, wintery sky.

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