the Seasons I grew up with

I grew up in the north where there were four distinctive seasons, these seasons did infulance my thoughts and dreams. I have a defenate preferance for the warmer weather and hence part of the reason (only a small part) I moved south. This first poem is already out there in the world wide web - somewhere - but it does discribe the seasons and the open spaces that I grew up around.

A PLACE

She goes to a place

To find some space,

Which sets her face a glow,

Where painted hills

And daffodils

Are covered all in snow.

She goes to a place,

For a change of face,

To see the flowers grow,

Where winter’s sin

Has turned to spring

And green begins to show.

She goes to a place,

To set a pace,

And let her feelings flow,

Where suns do shine,

A place to dine

And hear the raven crow.

She goes to a place,

To run and chase,

And nothing does go slow,

Where summer’s calls

Do turn to fall,

Where winds are set a blow.

Tic ‘79

 PLEASE SPRING

Please come spring.

Let the grass grow green,

And the trees have leaves.

The flowers must bloom

For the bees to buzz,

When the sun shines warm,

The birds sing their songs.

These only come true,

If one thing comes soon;

Please come spring.

Tic ‘81

SEASONS TURNING

Autumn is the time when leaves do fall

The time when one can feel winter’s call

A time when things seem to stop

Waiting for a blanket of snow.

At Winter’s end there comes Spring

When all the birds begin to sing

It’s the time for the wind and rain

And for planting fields of grain

Which in summer turn a golden hue

That in early morning are covered with due

And at Summer’s end Fall comes again

For the seasons are by God ordained

Tic ‘83

THE PASSING YEAR

The misty wind

The blowing breeze

The smell of spring

Coming through the tree

The morning dew

The sunny days

The warm summer

Passing on its way

The colored leaves

The ripened wheat

The cooling fall

Telling seeds to sleep

The whitened snow

The freezing rain

The cold winter

Calling spring again

Tic ‘84