Some Seasonal Poems

So I've finally gotten back into my poetry! I've been so busy lately that I just haven't made the time to sit down and write a good poem. But I manged to get out two this month!

This first one I write while at my in-laws house watching General Conference.

The Seasons Round

A rainbow born of Earth,
Little jewels aching for the Sun;
Joyous cries of birth,
A new breath of life;
‘Tis Spring.

Shimmering emerald heat waves;
A blazing orb high in the heavens
Raining golden life,
Igniting the world with light;
‘Tis Summer.

Flames through the trees;
Embers drifting down to Earth,
Smoldering in piles,
Crackling with laughter;
‘Tis Autumn.

Crystal lace in the air;
Doilies lay upon the ground
Lining every edge with white;
Fragile glass figurines;
‘Tis Winter.
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My favorite stanza is the one about autumn, that's the first one I wrote. And Daniel actually helped me with the arrangement of the poem. I wasn't sure which season to start with. But it works no matter what way you put it, because each stanza just flows into the next. I wrote it that way on purpose. You can also find this poem on my dA page here: The Seasons Round

This next one I wrote about a week ago and then edited it today. I submitted this as part of the WordSpill Project on DeviantArt. wordspill.deviantart.com

Sunday, October 12, 2008

The Spill

Autumn forgot about me
I left her home of evergreens
And flames
Blindly fled into the arms
Of Winter
That cold beautiful
Distant lover
Blanketed in sleepy white
Dreaming of the distant
Dawn of Spring

Autumn forgot me
She past me by without a glance
Witer quickly followed
And stayed longer than I liked

Autumn forgot me
In this land of endless winter
She has no place to rest
No where to leave drop leave her
Drops of burning color

Autumn forgot about me
Forced to make room for
Winter’s elegant train
Autumn is a simple creature
Not as dramatic as her sisters
Seen only as a predessor of Winter
She is forgotten so quickly
Dissmissed as a time of passing

Autumn forgot about me
Or did I forget about her
Did I leave her
Does she miss me
As I miss her

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The Scrub

Autumn forgot about me.
I left her home of flames
And blindly fled into the arms
Of Winter.
That cold and
Distant lover.

Autumn forgot about me.
In this land of endless snow,
She has no place to rest;
No where to leave her
Drops of burning color.

Autumn forgot about me.
Forced to make room for
Winter’s elegant train.
Seen only as a forewarning
Of Winter’s tragic beauty.
She is forgotten so quickly,
Dismissed as a time of passing.

Autumn forgot about me.
Or did I forget about her?
Did I leave her?
Does she miss me
As I miss her?
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I'm pretty proud of how the final scrub turned out. You also find this poem on my dA page here: Autumn Forgot About Me

And That's it for my writing update!

~Kricket