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lua Feb 2022
i can feel his words
like water
on my skin
dripping between my fingers

i feel them sway
and ripple when i touch
yet pouring into my bloodstream
my soul

he's thunderous
electrifying
zapping me with emotions
i never knew the names of

his movements are a breath of fresh air
carrying whispers in the breeze

and yet he packs his things
and leaves with the seasons.
it’s the drastic change
from the crisp winter breeze
to the salty air
that never fails to amaze me
the mere hours that are able to alter everything
flipping my world upside down
the airport is a simple portal
for the airplane that becomes
a catalyst for that change.
PRAKHAR SHARMA Feb 2022
Come summer, let us go someplace afar.
Not in the sea, not to the Thar.
Somewhere where the tranquil winds caress our face,
A place where life can give us a warm embrace.

Come autumn, let us walk through the fallen leaves.
Not through a lively garden, not though an envious breeze.
Somewhere where love part your lips with grace.
A place where life can give us a warm embrace.

Come winter, let us sit by the burning firewood’s,
Aftermath of a walk in the dawning woods.
Somewhere where our footsteps imprints a beautiful phrase.
A place where life can give us a warm embrace.

Come summer, let us go someplace afar.
A place where life can give us a warm embrace
Farah Taskin Jan 2022
Summer
brings the solar
mastery
Autumn brings the graceful harmony
Winter brings the
icy
harshness
Spring brings the divine
freshness
Filomena Rocca Jan 2022
Another day
The Winter blows
My life away
And Summer knows

It's only just
A short respite
I'm ground to dust
And put to flight
While posting my recent poetry
This poem somehow slipped through the cracks.
Watching the snow fall
Touching the pavement, pelting the wall,
Melts time and time again, and call and call

On windy hilltops soft in the flow
Brighter and brighter, the streetlamps glow,
The robin orange-red breast on show.
Published in ALFaaz E-Magazine Vol.2 December 2021 edition. Punjab, Pakistan.
©️ Joshua Reece Wylie 2021.
German Rodriguez Dec 2021
The air seems to have thickened
Since the casting of Autumn's last curse.
Much thicker this year than any before
It'll be seasons before its safe to breathe again..

In adolescence is where you can find the seed
Germinating the withering Tree of Life within.
Autumn's curse changed these leaves
As the last leaf falls, it will be forgotten.

Shedding that final leaf tends to be the most painful.



She whispered softly to me one night:
"Life through Death is the only way to grow."
Seasons change everything.
Every September has had some type of life changing event for me, good or bad.
2021 has been 2nd hardest behind 1999 when I lost my father.
Diesel Dec 2021
01
On a sunny summer evening
Where flowers begin to dance:
The wind, like a breathing tune,
Sonorous and Proud,
Like aid for chanting prance:

Or in midst of silver snow,
Where dark gets jealous of light.

Perhaps the silly spring glow,
Where nature alike will grow.

But about that autumn night,
So tender and tense suffice
A leaf could come and go,
By the flower's dancing might.
Written Nov 27/20
Andy Chunn Dec 2021
I never wept when winter called
Nor turned the icy blast away

Alone, alone, so all alone
Standing still for winter’s day

The summer strong melts empty, long
Against the fall we all must take

But autumns store and plan within
Cannot the dead-cold winter make
Time moving!
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