It’s the middle of a long hot summer where I live, but I have the changing seasons to look forward too! In a few months my morning walks will be gold instead of green.
SHIFTING SEASONS
Roses are drooping
Petals are falling
Ground is scorched by
the heat of the sun
Moon is waning
Stars are hiding
Eeriness conquers
the dark velvet skies
Summer is folding
Autumn is calling
Crisp, pretty leaves
now crunch at my feet
Storm is brewing
Cold is looming
Icy winds bite at
the innocent breeze
Color is fading
Nothing is growing
Dreary days plague us
as winter sets in
Air is warming
Snow is melting
Clouds weep with joy
for hope has returned
Green is bursting
Birds are chirping
Spring has arrived
all’s right with the world!
Grammy Writes 
I love the seasonal changes. There is always something different to look forward to.
And your verse captures that so well!
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Thank you! Seasonal changes are one of the easiest things to write.
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I’m a four seasons girl too … your poem strikes a perfect chord and your choice of photos illustrate the delight perfectly 🙂
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Thanks Osyth, I appreciate it. I find that particular spot (in the photos) to be lovely in any season!
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Those places are precious, often very personal and to be treasured 🙂
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Nice!! Love the comparison photos – really great!
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Thanks! Same place, different seasons!
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You paint lovely pictures with your words! I live in Louisiana where I describe the seasons as “summer” and “not summer” and I so miss those brilliant fall days and yes, even the dreary winter days. Hoping to someday again live somewhere that has four distinct seasons.
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I hope so too! In my opinion spring and fall are the best! Thanks so much for the lovely comment!
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Beautiful poem. I like having four seasons, though sometimes winter can overstay its welcome.
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I totally agree about winter, and sometimes summer too!
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