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


Winter to Spring

Buds peek through, before the flowers bloom.

We see raincoats and hats, umbrellas too…

Little galoshes splash through the puddles,

mom makes chase, stays out of the muddle.

One day cold and rainy, the next warm and sunny,

snow melts, we see squirrels, birds and bunnies.

Muddy messes abound as outside comes in…

while amongst all the muck, new life begins.