to those who have joined!!
I wrote a few poems about the seasons- I would really appreciate comments and feedback!!
Summer
I lie out in the sun, soaking up its golden warmth.
The light seeps into my soul, filling me to the brim with a liquid light.
The lazy days of summer are here,
and I look up to the sky.
It is as deep and as bright as the sea,
a Caribbean blue that stretches out into infinity.
A diamond-white cloud sails slowly across this bright crystal sea lazily.
I sit up and look at the vibrant world around me,
emerald greens sparkling like gems.
The full trees whisper and ripple in the wind,
conversing softly with each other.
Everything is full of color and life-
clear, vibrant, and full.
The world is glistening with every jewel-
Sapphire lakes and skies,
Emerald and peridot grasses and plants,
The flowers rubies and amethysts,
The clouds diamonds and pearls.
I lie back in the sun once more,
Welcoming its light into my soul again
Wanting these lazy days of summer
to last forevermore.
Autumn
The trees begin turning from green to gold,
And the sun’s warm light begins to fade.
The world commences to sleep,
slowly becoming numb.
Everything is set on fire, and these fiery colors
blaze throughout the earth.
From the ground to the tips of the treetops,
the inferno rages and glows.
Slowly, all life begins to fade
and the trees are stripped of all they wear.
The leaves that were once so full and bursting with life
are now dead and broken, blowing in the breeze.
The sweet, crisp smell of their rotting pieces
lingers and fills the air.
The sky above is grey, almost smoky,
the crystal blue is as a distant dream.
It is like a doomed criminal
Being interjected with that last, deadly poison.
It flows smoothly through the veins of the earth,
a sleeping numbness rippling throughout all life.
The barren world is left:
cold, empty, dead.
Winter
Darkness surrounds everything; the cover of night is here.
I am wrapped in a soft blanket, so warm against my bare skin.
The room is black behind me but for the dying embers of a leftover fire.
The last flames flicker and dance, making my skin glow softly.
I look out the frosted windowpane unto the quiet world.
Everything is asleep,
I feel like the only living thing on the vast earth.
All is blanketed with shimmering, glistening snow.
The clear, bright, liquid moonbeams make the snow glitter and sparkle.
A million feathers are falling from the heavens,
A million stars are touching the ground.
The frigid wind makes the snow swirl and dance, a geisha of old in the night.
All life is sleeping, and peace covers the world.
All is still, all is quiet, all is peaceful.
Not a thing stirs, waiting patiently for the promise of spring.
Spring
The day comes forth, out of night.
It begins with the chill and bitter rains.
The world is awakening from its deep slumber.
Slowly the rains become warmer, and seemingly overnight the trees awaken.
Tiny, fragile buds on branches and limbs plant the small seeds of hope.
Small signs dot the barren earth, feeble and weak.
Slowly, the dead is replaced with a fresh, light green, renewing the old.
The cherry blossoms rain down pink petals as the world transforms-
brighter and brighter as the globe awakens once more.
The animals come forth, the birds sing a new song.
They join in unison to resonate of life and renewal.
The warm spring rains pour down, electrifying and full of rejuvenation.
The flowers burst like stars in the night sky,
the heavens are blue and clear,
the world is green.
A fresh start,
a new beginning.
