Seasons Turn

This is a roundabout poem done in 8, 6, 4, 4, 6 syllables per stanza and in the rhyme scheme of abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba. Enjoy!


Seasons pass as changes abound

Spring lopes in like a deer

flowers blooming

pollen looming

sinus never feels clear.

Summer sun wakes the birds, I fear.

Morning song is screeching

bury my head

deep in the bed

pillow drowns the chirping.

Crispy autumn leaves are falling

Bare trees reveal cold dread

dried worms are found

birds mute their sound

remember coming dead.

Visions swirling inside my head

Snow mounds growing higher

What’s that I hear?

A song of cheer?

Writing time’s come around


Autumn (a Poem)


Apples, red and green, spilling from the trees.

Pulling pumpkins from the garden, everything’s deceased.

Spices wafting up from pie, cobblers dripping oats,

fruity cider with cinnamon, hot drinks begin to flow.

Football games outdoors require hoods and fleece.

Watch the breath mist out, squeezing hands up long sleeves.

Smoke billows from houses as fireplaces are lit,

pulling blankets out while checking slippers’ fit.

Trees of sugar maple, birch, elm, ash and oak

reveal their fading colors – red, orange, maroon and gold.

Leaves crunch underfoot, frost glitters across the lawn.

Berries pop from hid’n branches during fall’s crisp morning dawn.

So many sounds, smells, tastes and touches of the season,

it rolls on by too quick then its winter and we’re freezin’.