Poems about seasons

And some nights I feel like ice that cools in the mid winter or crisp fall leaves that have just fallen, life less and dead at the end of their journey once so beautiful and radiant a sight to see some thought of thee then life came and the colors changed the greens turned into hot reds then just as fast as it arrived the color left the leaves wrinkled and the wind came to collect its debt ripping its heart the leaf hit the ground slowly doing its last glide in the air as it hit the ground to no longer live again

At first, you loved me like spring,
And you lingered like winter.
But, then you start to tease like fall,
And you end up running like summer.

Just tell me why your feelings feel like the change of seasons?

Being with him was like experiencing all the seasons at once.
Steadfast like a frozen lake was his spirit. unique like a winter flake.
His voice was spring, soft and speaking life into all things.
A warm summer was his heart. Humbled by love and burning to serve.
His tones that of autumn. Apple crust skin sprinkled with cinnamon.
His exquisiteness enlightened her sensitivity to the senses.

In each season, weathered literal or emotional,
There was no longer room for her disillusion.
This time it was different because her heart,
Had decided to be glad in everything.
With or without him she would be alright, yet, she named him 'Miracle. '
She folded her hands, "Lord never let this season boy leave like the leaves, "
She prayed, "Keep him with me always. "

August brought the chilly weather
And the buds of blooming leaves
But you brought the tears to my eyes
And the knowledge that I wasn't free

December brings snow-covered grounds
And the perfect weather for cuddling
But you brought your hands and that sadistic grin
And made it the perfect weather for smuggling

April brings the shining sun
With flowers popping up from the ground
But with you, came the gray skies
And all hope of being saved was profound

July brought the sun
And the heat with it too
But you brought the insecurities
And the feelings that I wouldn't ‘do'

July said ‘Goodbye' and moved into August
Giving me hope anew
And with their farewells, just like the seasons,
I said goodbye too.

I'm from the seasons that never end
They repeat themselves,
Repeat their memories.

I'm from Fall,
The way the leaves crunch beneath my feet,
The brisk, cool air that brushes past my face,
The giggles of children on Halloween night,
The Jack-O-Lanterns flickering in the wind.

I'm from Winter,
The sips of hot chocolate beside the fire,
The warm, cozy socks I place on my feet,
The frost that covers the solid ground,
The snow I never stopped wishing for.

I'm from Spring,
The inevitable fear of bees I have,
The sight of blossoming flowers,
The views of life awakening once again,
The beautiful, vibrant colors.

I'm from Summer,
The freedom from all responsibility,
The warm sun against my skin,
The swinging on a swing set, embracing the heat,
The splashing of water in the refreshing pool.

I'm from the seasons
The never ending seasons,
That are still shaping my life today.

On days like today when the weather is lovely

But I can smell winter in the air

I feel a sweet sadness deep down in my soul

For the beauty I wish I could share.

There's a sense of dull aching inside of my heart

As I hear the wind's breath in the trees

And I understand the way they must feel

As they mourn the loss of their leaves.

The times when I see that the world holds such wonder

Are the times when I feel most alone.

I just can't believe that I could ever manage

To withstand such beauty on my own.

On just any average unremarkable day

Loneliness doesn't seem quite so bad

But on days like this one, I feel I have lost

Something wonderful that I've never had.

And it breaks my heart

To feel this way.

Why can't I just be happy

On such a lovely day?

I just don't know what's wrong.

I feel so broken now.

Why do things of beauty

Make me so sad somehow?

Each change of the season brings a new beginning,

An opportunity to make a new start.

And I want nothing more than to change with the season

And to fill up this void in my heart,

But that never happens. I watch the years come and go.

This same emptiness just lingers on.

I try to pretend that everything's alright.

I try to pretend that I'm strong,

But inside I feel weak, so lonely and hopeless.

I wonder will this feeling ever change?

I dream that one day it'll float off on the wind

Or be washed away by the rain.

4 seasons

Summer
Drops of salt water found their way into our crevices,
You were my best friend
And we forgot the stars,
Instead counting every grain of sand on that beach strand.

When it was time for me to leave,
You sang with the waves as back up vocals,
They would bare their teeth every time you uttered the word 'love. '
It was a protest to age but you and i knew
Youth had nothing to do with it.

Fall
A subtle color change in the foliage appeared
And as the leaves fall,
They made the music of our matrimony.

It was all good and well
But your failures latched on to me
And god, i was 22-
Carrying the burden of a 22 year old and your latest tragedies-

The leaves still turned from lush green
To cinnabar and vermillion and ochre and the more brilliant
They became the closer to death they succumbed
Following a paradigm resembling our relationship.

Winter
When the snow touches the ground
Everything is pure- the cold woke me up.
It woke me up as you held me
Pinned down
In your luxurious apartment hallway,
Where two weeks before i mistook money for monogamy.

And i've never wished fatality on anyone
But i hope you freeze to death.

Spring
I met you in the spring,
And here we are, two springs later.
We are watching one another bloom,
We are the honeysuckles, the poppies,
We are reconfiguring ourselves for a season
Of growth and renewel,
Of quiet grace and goodness.

Seasons go by and leaves change color
Lime, maroon, golden, brown, black
And there are suddenly no leaves.
Time passes and every waking moment I think
Of the one guy that makes my day
He may be off on a business trip somewhere
But to my heart he is right next to me
Staring into the sky where there are many stars
And I come out of this fantasy to wonder
If he sees these same stars
Does he see the full moon hidden behind the clouds?
Does he dream of the day he is back holding me in his arms?
Do I appear in his sporadic thoughts
As he stares at his cup of coffee in the morning?
Only time will tell if he'll ever return.
He Is my strong evergreen pine,
My gentle snowfall.