Nothing So Rare Like A Day In June Nothing so rare like a day in June, the air so fresh and the blossoms all blue. The weather is perfect, the skies never gray The bugs keep buzzing and the tree's seem

May's Spring Days Over the distant mountains gentle breeze blows Humming across robust beech birch and oak trees Evergreen pines whistle to the melody of nippy breeze Group of songbirds sing charming

Winter's Ending The final snows of winter fade, And life is again to come. The chilling tough of winter's blade is Broken by spring's bright dew. Now light is here again. All things beautiful and blooming

Spring When the cold, harsh winter has given its last breath, When the sky above radiates life instead of death, When the claws reaching to the frozen skies become adorned with leaves, When the animals

It Must Be Spring Hush, can you feel it? The rustling in the bushes, Bringing you the greet news that Winter's days are past. Soft, can you smell it? The warm affectionate breeze, Telling you the tacky

Autumn Thou end of summer Vaulting its huge might Threshold of shill weather Into view of stop a bite Painting of nature Earth's view magical Thou leaf of Beauty Rust of death's bed Dilapidated souls -

Welcome Fall Fall has just begun As summer comes to the end The color of the leaves glinting in the sun Playing in leaves with friends As the fall down Forming a carpet on the ground Hearing the curve

Autumn Memories The rose cries a tear For the end of the year. Leaves rustle the turn While bonfires burn Their memory of kinder times. And swallows crave for warmer climes. Spring dreams are flayed As

Fall Time Orange is the lovely flowers, the rustling of the leaves, and the overwhelming scent of happiness. Orange is the taste of cooked carrots in a spicy stew. Orange smells like a fresh cooked pumpkin

Fall Has Arrived The stream of wind blew my hair, Straight up to the relentless air. Fall was peaking through the trees, Leaves would pile so high, soon up right to my knees. Hello orange, yellow, and

Spring One of four siblings, the youngest surely. Or am I the oldest? I’m not that sure. I bring new life and crier of warmth, but hay fever, too, is in my power. Autumn has color but touched with the

Song Of March With winter's footprints from the past, and snows begin to melt in fine. With longer days and smaller nights, the wayward winds of March start flight. Four winds she holds within her grasp,

Before The Ice Is In The Pools Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters arrive, Or any check at twilight Is covered by the snow— Before the lands have finished, Before the Christmas spruce, Miracle

My Autumn I look through my window and see the leaves Changing color, one by one flying to the ground. Fall. It's in my grasp. My beloved season, the one I long for. I take a deep breath. The crisp, chilly,

Portrait Of Fall Looking out my window In October's golden world around, I see a beauty unexcelled A truly lovely sight. Leaves are saying silent good-byes As they come dancing down To make a nature's

Autumn Haiku A misty morning - Pumpkins in the air, shiny boots Crunch on orange autumn leaves.

The deep blue says it is autumn. The skies are never this color Except for days of chill, gentle breeze And leaves falling one by one. The gold leaves say the year is coming to its end In its wild-colored

Something Beautiful Watching the last of these days pass away feeling the air get chilly seeing the world become darker. Memories of lying on the grass of the sun warming up my closed eyes. Now, the warmth

The Magic In The Moment The wind began to blow And shatter the trees Heads turned up together Seeing a season of change The leaves were blown from their branches Floating and swinging in the air Painting

Autumn Descending leaves fall on the dirt, Twirling, twisting, around and around, Autumn season is almost here, The smell of coolness is oh so near. The crisp, gentle breeze, Blows the leaves from the