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The Farm Woman's Winter

I

If seasons all were summers,
And leaves would never fall,
And hopping casement-comers
Were foodless not at all,
And fragile folk might be here
That white winds bid depart;
Then one I used to see here
Would warm my wasted heart!

II

One frail, who, bravely tilling
Long hours in gripping gusts,
Was mastered by their chilling,
And now his ploughshare rusts.
So savage winter catches
The breath of limber things,
And what I love he snatches,
And what I love not, brings.

poem by Thomas Hardy
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Love So Pure it Lastes all Season

Love oh love will thou wait for me
will thou wait in the spring's flowers

Love oh love will thou wait for me
will thou wait in the summer's sun

Love oh love will thou wait for me
will thou wait in the fall's breeze

Love oh love will thou wait for me
will thou wait for me in the winter's chill

Love oh love if thy waits for me in the spring, we shall run among the spring flowers and smell its morning dew

Love oh love if thy waits for me in the summer, we shall vask in its beautiful sunrays and splash in its cooling waters

Love oh love if thy waits for me in the fall, we shall play in its fallen leaves and sit beside the naked trees

Love oh love if thy waits for me in the winter, we shall play in its chilling snow and I shall build for you a wonderful snowman

Love oh love your waiting willth not been in vain for together we shall be someday

To you oh love I say may our love last as long as the seasons

poem by Darius Fields
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The Life of a Season

Autumn bids a fond farewell
As Sister Winter takes her place
The colors of the trees in glory
With Winter's white is soon replaced
As Winter's gift is gently falling
Upon the trees that soundly sleep
The world in silent wonder watches
The miracle the season brings

Sadly, nothing in this fickle world
May live forever in its youth
And likewise winter starts to age
Her beauty she begins to lose

Her snow white hair now turns to gray
Her voice is quiet when she speaks
And as the days grow warm and long,
Her touch is light while she grows weak

And soon the people who had loved her
Grow tired of her chilling song
Then Winter sadly leaves her throne
And waits for baby spring to come along

So old, frail Winter bids farewell
As Sister Spring now takes her place
She waits with quiet, steady patience
To come again with youth and grace.

poem by Dee Slater
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Seasons Of Love

Winter, spring, summer or fall.
Every season that comes to call
is new and exciting when I'm with you.
We find so many things to do.

You brush the snowflakes from my face
and keep me warm as we embrace.
And as we sit by the fireplace
we welcome wintertime.

You bring me wildflowers in the spring.
We sit and listen to bluebirds sing.
And as I look at my wedding ring
I'm so glad you're mine.

You take me where the sea birds are,
down at the beach where we see so far
and as we look at an evening star
we exalt in summertime.

You save some time for me each day
as the leaves on the trees are falling away.
You walk with me and I hear you say,
'These colors are sublime.'

Every time of the year is ours
as we live through all of its hours.
The changing seasons and its powers
brings our love a grand design.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Summer Love

Bill dees
Autumn leaves, when they fall
Whisper to the wind, ringing out, telling all
Of the summers end.
Now youre gone far away, how I long to hear you say
I love you.
Whirling leaves, swirling leaves tell me Im alone
Wishing you were here with me longing for you home.
Winter nights are lonely nights how I long to hold you tight
I miss you.
A gentle breeze in the trees will tell me spring is here
And I feel anxiety knowing youll be near.
Summer nights, Ill hold you tight
Under the moon above youll be my summer love.
When summers here and you are near every day Ill pray
Autumn leaves will never come and with me youll stay
You will mean more to me, yes, youll be
More than just a summer love

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Seasons Are Like You

The seasons are like you
Flowers bloom humming birds come home everything
Changes but not you you stay the same they must
Leave and you will stay cause you are my winter
Spring summer and fall you stay with me through
The seasons cause you are my winter spring summer
And fall stay with me you have the eyes of winter
The face of spring the body of summer the hair of
Fall because you are like winter cool and calm you
Are like spring beautiful and blossoming you are
Like summer warm and caring you are like fall
Gentle and long lasting cause you are like winter spring
Summer and fall you are my seasons without you I
Am nothing do not leave me I need you careing stay
Please I need you
this is dedicated to savannah

poem by Tucker Lane
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The Cruel Winds of Winter

Got up this morning, no sun in my eyes,
The house is so cold, no warmth to the fire,
My love is gone, he took all my desire,
And cruel winds of winter howled all night.

My love could warm me in the coldest time,
Bring the light of day to the darkest night,
As tears of my sorrow fall from my eyes,
The cruel winds of winter cry in delight.

Pull on my coat, keep the chill from my side,
I walk by the sea, the salt stings my eye,
The caps are all gray, like clouds in the sky,
And with those cruel winds of winter, I cry.

As tears of my sorrow fall to the sand,
My love is not here to warn my cold hand,
He’s gone like the sun from this harsh, gray land,
And only the wind seems to understand.

This endless winter has replaced his light,
My sweet love gone, no warmth in my sight,
I drift lost and lonely, no sleep I find,
Still those winds cry with me deep in the night.

My heart so heavy, life has no delight,
And the cruel winds of winter, torment my night.

poem by Teresa Dearing
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Seventy Cities As Love Brings The Fall

He wants the world
Screams everything
Follows in love
Love brings the fall
She is a country
Feel for life
Follows in love
Love brings the fall
First tear forms in the right eye
This is the eye thats crying first
First tear forms in the right eye
This is the eye thats crying first
Going somewhere
Getting someplace
Going somewhere
Follows in love
Love brings the fall
Going somewhere
Getting someplace
Going somewhere
Follows in love
Love brings the fall
Going somewhere
Getting someplace
Going somewhere
Follows in love
Cities heavy
Moving breathing
Follows in love
Love brings the fall
The need to draw blood somehow
Follows in love
Love brings the fall
Breath is in
Breath is out
Im not seeing anything
I see too much
When the otherside of midnight calls
Remind me Im glad to be here
First tear forms in the right eye
This is the eye thats crying first
In seventy cities
In seventy cities
Oh no oh no oh no no no
Here it comes here it comes
Here it comes
Oh no
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Spring Sunshine

After all the chills and winter blues,
The staying warm and staying in,
Meetings indoors for outside is cold,
Then comes the spring sunshine,

The sun breaks in like a door open wide,
With the burst of sunlight,
That lasting and warm,
Bringing smiles back on peoples faces,

While in the chilling season it brings,
Us all to hibernate and stay in,
Not getting out much as weather is cold,
Until the spring sunshine brings us back outdoors,

It is the time for new growth,
It is the time for new beginnings,
It is the time for buds to bloom,
It is the time for nature to sound its sounds of nature again,

For all the while when we shelter from the chills,
Winter is chilling,
And springs getting ready,
For all the new beginnings,
Brought forth from the old,
Of last seasons blossoms,
Spring will bring new growth from its roots,
And bloom again with spring sunshine rays,

Spring will start again,
And a new year to begin it with,
That starts with first,
The spring sunshine,
Of first days of spring,
That brings the smile back,
To all our faces,
With warm sun rays,
Of spring sunshine.

poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Greeting Us With A New Surprise

After the March winds
we have the April rain.
Now in May we watch
the pretty flows grow.
June, July and August
are the flowering seasons
at the height of the noonday’s sun.
September brings the autumn leaves
near the closing of the year.
October seems to bear all
as the autumn leaves begin to fall.
November brings a chill
to every living thing
announcing winter is on its way.
December’s snow blankets
the hard frozen ground.
January brings in a new year
to February’s valentines.
And so each moth rolls by,
each greeting us with a new surprise.

23-24 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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Luve Rusts

Here I am now, somewhere on the highway
I just checked into some low-lit room
I call my service back in San Francisco
Tell my landlord, I'll be home by June
But what about me, boy, back in California
What about the blue-eyed girl, you're but a child
You held me for ransom, like some beautiful bandit
Going down for the third time, drowning in your life
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Thunder rolls in on a clear blue day
We used to shine like the eye of a diamond
But something happened, the weather changed
I should have known better
you read just like a roadmap
Staying in one place
doesn't interest you at all
Maybe I don't move
as fast as I used to
But youth is something
we can't hold on to long
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Hailstones heavy on this empty heart
It crowds the window where I used to watch you
Down by the shoreline in the dark
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Thunder rolls in on a clear day
We used to shine like the eye of a diamond
But something happened and the weather changed
Something happened and the weather changed
Something happened
Then the weather changed
Ooh, I tell you we used to shine
(We used to shine,oh,how love rusts)
(We used to shine,oh,how love rusts)
Ooh,we used to shine
Ooh, we used to shine
you know
(We used to shine,oh, how love rusts)
(We used to shine,oh, how love rusts)
(We used to shine,oh, how love rusts)
(We used to shine,oh, how love rusts)
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song performed by by Starship
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Ode To Autumn

Thou sombre lady of down-bended head,
And weary lashes drooping to the cheek,
With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted,
And listless hands more tired with strife than meek ;
Turn here thy soft brown feet, and to my heart,
Unmatched to Summer's golden minstrelsy,
Or Spring's shrill pipe of joy, sing once again
Sad songs, and I to thee
Well tuned, will answer that according part
That jarred with those young seasons' gladder strain.

Give me thy empty branches for the biers
Of perished joys, thy winds to sigh my sighs,
Thy falling leaves to count my falling tears,
And all thy mists to dim my aching eyes.
There is no comfort in thy lips, and none
In thy cold arms, nor pity in thy breast,
But better 'tis in gray hours to have grief,
Than to affront the sun
With sunless woe, when every flower and leaf
Conspires to make the season merriest.

The drip of rain-drops on the sodden earth,
The trampled mud-stained grass, the shifting leaves,
The silent hurrying birds, the sickly birth
Of the red sun in misty skies, the sheaves
Of rotting ruined corn, the sudden gusts
Of angry winds, the clouds that fly all night
Before the stormy moon, thy desolate moans,
All thy decays and rusts,
Thy deaths and dirges, these are tuned aright
To my unquiet soul that sorrow owns.

But ah ! thy gentler mood, the honeyed kiss
Of thy faint watery sunshine, thy pale gold,
Thy dark red berries, and the ambergris
That paints the lingering leaves, while on the mould,
Their dead make bronze and sepia carpetings
That lightly rustle in thy quiet breath.
These are the shadows of departed smiles,
The ghosts of happy things ;
These break again the broken heart, the whiles
Thou goest onto winter, I to Death.

poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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Love Rusts

Here I am now, somewhere on the highway
I just checked into some low-rent room
I call my service back in san francisco
Tell my landlord, Ill be home by june
But what about me, boy, back in california
What about the blue-eyed girl you call a child
You held me for ransom, like some beautiful bandit
Going down for the third time, drowning in your life
Chorus:
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Thunder rolls in on a clear blue day
We used to shine like the eye of a diamond
But something happened, the weather changed
I should have known better, you read just like a road map
Staying in one place doesnt interest you at all
Maybe I dont move as fast as I used to
But youth is something we cant hold on too long
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Hailstones heavy on this empty heart
It crowds the window where I used to watch you
Down by the shoreline in the dark
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Thunder rolls in on a clear blue day
We used to shine like the eye of a diamond
But something happened, the weather changed
Something happened and the weather changed
Something happened, then the weather changed
Ooh, I tell you we used to shine (how love rusts)
(we used to shine, how love rusts)
We used to shine
Ooh, we used to shine, you know
(we used to shine, how love rusts, we used to shine, how love rusts)
(we used to shine, how love rusts, we used to shine, how love rusts)

song performed by by Starship
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A Reason for Every Season (My ode to the seasons and Indian summer.)

There is a purpose that God and nature gave us every season.
Fall, winter, spring, and summer always happens for this reason.
In the fall all the trees turn many cool colors and paint a wonderful hue.
Winter arrives the temperature drops and can make some of us blue.
When spring is near they say April showers bring May flowers.
The weather becomes hotter when summer arrives.
The summer also brings us June weddings and brides..
Without the seasons then life for all mankind would be just a bummer.
We all wish for our weather outside to be like a warm Indian summer.

*I got inspired this write my poem after I read the poems; ‘INDIAN SUMMER’ by Emily Dickinson and the other poem is called ‘LOVE IS LIKE AN INDIAN SUMMER’ by Sue Raymer Woods.

Definition Indian summer - noun is a name given to a period of sunny, warm weather in autumn, not long before winter.

poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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Kings Vengeance

Down and out in the city
Wont you give a boy a break
Juvenile on trial before committee
Taken all he can take
But the king shall have his vengeance
Especially on the poor
Some say preaching to convert him
Me Im not too sure
Spring she comes and spring she teases
Brings summer winds and summer breezes
Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us
When autumn leaves us, oh how winter freezes
And the child is still breathing
With the beating of a heart (with the beating of the heart)
Some say we are equal
Some a million miles apart
Oh my god
Oh my god
But the king shall have his vengeance
While the queen she represents the innocent
And the child so dependent
But the seasons conquer all
Spring she comes and spring she teases
Brings summer winds and summer breezes
Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us
When autumn leaves, oh how winter freezes
But the king shall have his vengeance
Especially on the poor
Some say preaching to converted
Me Im not so sure

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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All Four Seasons

With her smile as sweet as a warm wind in summer
Shes got me flying like a bird in a bright june sky
And then just when she thinks that Ive got her number
Brings me down to the ground with her wintry eye
Thats my baby
She can be all four seasons in one day
And when the nighttime comes with no interference
To our warm summer love with all its charms
But like a thoroughbred horse she can turn on a sixpence
And I find that Im back in mistress winters arms
Thats my baby
She can be all four seasons in one day
How will I know?
How can I tell?
Which side of the bed she takes when the day begins
She can be kind
She can be cruel
Shes got me guessing like a game show fool
She can change her mind like she changes her sweaters
From one minute to the next its hard to tell
She blows hot and cold just like stormy weather
Shes my gift from the lord or a fiend from hell
Thats my baby
She can be all four seasons in one day
Watching the weathermans been no good at all
Winter, spring, summer, Im bound for a fall
There are no long term predictions for my baby
She can be all four seasons in one day
How will I know?
How can I tell?
Which side of the bed she takes when the day begins
She can be kind
She can be cruel
Shes got me guessing like a game show fool
If its a sunny day I take my umbrella
Just in case the raindrops start to fall
You could say that Im just a cautious fellow
I dont want to be caught in a sudden squall
Thats my baby
She can be all four seasons in one day
Thats my baby
She can be all four seasons in one day

song performed by by Sting
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A New-Year’s Burden

ALONG the grass sweet airs are blown
Our way this day in Spring.
Of all the songs that we have known
Now which one shall we sing?
Not that, my love, ah no!—
Not this, my love? why, so!—
Yet both were ours, but hours will come and go.
The grove is all a pale frail mist,
The new year sucks the sun.
Of all the kisses that we kissed
Now which shall be the one?
Not that my love, ah no!—
Not this, my love?—heigh-ho
For all the sweets that all the winds can blow!
The branches cross above our eyes,
The skies are in a net:
And what's the thing beneath the skies
We two would most forget?
Not birth, my love, no, no,—
Not death, my love, no, no,—
The love once ours, but ours long hours ago.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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No Promise of Spring

In marriage there is only one you
–––– and many seasons

No matter the outer changes
It’s getting to know you
–––– the you of each other

The faces we wear today
fade away
springs and summers come and go

In the fall we’ll shed our leaves
delve deeper deeper
in the dark dark winter

until we find
the true you of our love
without the promise of spring.

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poem by Ben Gieske
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Seasons Come And Seasons Go

Summer winds.
Soon they will be gone,
And
Fall begins.
And it wont be long,
Before
Winter ends.
And the chirping of the birds singing
In the Spring,
Will be heard
Once again.

Summer winds.
Soon they will be gone,
And.
Fall begins.
And it wont be long,
Before.
Winter ends.
And the chirping of the birds singing.
In the Spring,
Will be heard.
Once again.

Seasons come and seasons go.
Appreciated more,
As one grows old.

Summer winds.
Soon they will be gone,
And.
Fall begins.
And it wont be long,
Before.
Winter ends.
And the chirping of the birds singing
In the Spring,
Will be heard.
Once again.

Seasons come and seasons go.
Appreciated more.
As one grows old.

Seasons come and seasons go.
Appreciated more.
As one grows old.

Seasons come and seasons go.
Appreciated more.
As one grows old.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life's Winter

Idle, semiconscious winter fog
Settles heavy on deforested nude,
Grey and dull, everywhere, dull lull;
Spine-chilling cold, blinding grey fog,
Nowhere light streaks to warm-up heart.

Flowers and fruits of yester seasons
Only breed pains ‘neath smashing dead-weight
And drags life unto cold slow death;
Eyes go red in search of shadows
That grow tall in dusk’s twilight
To squeeze blood in bone-chilling pain.

Days are short, nights are along,
No greens, bare top everywhere;
Winds bite, old memories sting,
Eyes well up like dense white clouds
In distant brood of blue sky.

No colours, only shades of grey;
Thin dull shrieks of deep pain
Leak in slow moves form gulfs
Of grim wilderness of loneliness;
Cold void all round till eyes stretch,
No ripples of joy or warmth anywhere.

What a contrast in winter and spring!
How the spring deepens the chill of winter!
That fulsome spring; this bald winter;
Where has gone those fragrance and musics?
Those warmth, colours and sensuous tastes?

poem by Praveen Kumar
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August The Thirtieth

The sky overcast the rain comes down in drizzle August the thirtieth the date of today
This time tomorrow yes this time tomorrow Spring will be just a few hours away
Some birds are nest building others on their eggs sitting male magpie is piping on the stringybark tree
At this time of year he attacks without warning even humans who venture near his territory.

The clock on the Winter is ticking and ticking time on anyone or anything does not wait
Fragile pink blossoms on the fruit trees in the garden such things of beauty that Nature create
Spring brings her youth to this Southern Country spreading her greenery everywhere she goes
Wildflowers by the creek are coming to bloom now pink on the buds amongst the thorns of the rose

August the thirtieth the Winter is dying Spring is a beautiful time of the year
White flowers in clusters amongst the pittosporums the flute of the butcherbird pleasant to hear
Everyday nearer to bloom and to sunshine the year one might say fast aproaching it's prime
Winter is dying the year's coldest Season Spring brings her green with her fresh and warm clime.

August the thirtieth the second last day of the Winter rain fall in drizzle from an overcast sky
Pink flowers are fading upon the camellias blooms of the Winter in early Spring die
The Goddess of Spring she is quickly approaching over the cliffs of the southern bay
On this time tomorrow from this Southern Country she will be only a few hours away.

poem by Francis Duggan
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