Winter Flowers

 

While the icy wind bites my skin

And the green leaves fade grey

Amongst the lifeless branches

A pop of hues does sway.

 

It strikes up from  the earthen pot

Where lay the trees’ shed leaves

A strong burst of joy does dwell

A lovely sight making time freeze.

 

Red, yellow, and pink dahlias

Intricacy, vibrance, and hue

Smashing paast mundane chill

A blessing bright and new.

 

Every petal the shape of morning dew

Filled in with rainbowy pigment

Flared out like rays of the sun

Held by the emeral ligament.

 

Oh the divine creation: a flower

Rising up in the season of snow

A stunning  bud striking dull gales

Oh winter flower, you dazzle me so.

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THE WIND

wind jheel blog wordpress poem When it’s evening, night or day

I can see some of the branches sway

From side to side like a swing

The bird with the lightest wing.

Gentle, gentle comes the wind!

Some time when the clouds do weep

When lightning bolts flash to peep

The wind roars so strong and fierce

Whilst the clouds release the tears.

Harsh, harsh comes the wind!

On days so chirpy and so bright

The world a beacon of shining light

Flowing through the green blowing trees

The wind through the corner flees.

Calm, calm comes the wind!

When the rain drizzles- drop drop drop

I wish the peaceful wind wont stop

Running breeze through my hair

The sky a clear and windy lair.

Pretty, pretty comes the wind!

Sometimes when the summer scorches

The sun blazes like fifty torches

Just heat, heat and no breeze

The burning Earth doesn’t cease.

Oh no- Here goes the wind…..

. Hope you liked this, 🙂 BEAUTIFUL WIND

Summer

Hello! I got bored, so I wrote another poem. Except this one is not that good. But I hope it puts a smile on your face anyways. Here goes….
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Goodbye, icy clinging frost
Farewell, mounds of snow.
Sorry, your turn is over,
I’m afraid you have to go.
You gave us a chance, yes
To stay in bed for longer
To have cups of yum hot cocoa
And hot soups to make us stronger.
Sorry winter, you were real good
You were nice as nice could be!
But somebody taken your place
Summer’s come, you see.
We loved the chilly winds
And the times so refreshingly cool
But the sun has now come up
Time to jump into the pool.
The newest sunshades on our eyes
And sunscreens and the beach
The meaning of chillin’ and fun
Summer has come to teach!
Time to be tickled on the grass
And drink the thrilling Icee
And tan ourselves on the sand
We don’t care if it seems dicey!
Stars will shine and twinkle
And the birds will chirp on the nest
New tiny baby birdy chicks
Will chirp as we in the warmth rest.
Oh, the possibilities of fun
Are limitless and infinite!
Oh, the summer’s here for me
The flowers smiling bright.
Trees and shrubs become greener
The bushes grow further lush
We hear the cries of woodpecker
And the darling baby thrush.
Flowers swing and cows moo
The cuckoos cluck and sheep cry
Ducks quack and roosters crow
Summer festivals rush by.
Sorry winter, sorry again
But I’ll see you in months ten
But while I’m waiting for you,
I’ll live in summer’s awesome den.

Summer Has Taken Leave….

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Summer Has Taken Leave....

The beautiful, hot, and sunny summer has been replaced by a truly beautiful monsoon in India. Even though the summers here are too hot for some people’s liking, they have their own kind of charm. I got inspired by re-reading Charlotte’s Web, an old classic, to write about the summer taking leave.

The summer has taken leave
The sad truth we have to heave
Watching the birds snuggle and nest
Not a minute to take rest
The flower dancing in joy and class
Bugs and beetles peeking through grass
There’s happiness everywhere
AND SUDDENLY- it isn’t there
The summer has taken leave
The sad truth we have to heave
Chirrup, chirrup, chirrup, we crickets sing.
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It has left the maples red
The sunshine-eaters quite unfed
Gloom has settled in every nook
Our summer happiness summer has took
We begged her to return for a prize
The cheeky reply- wait for me to arise
She’ll not come, perhaps, now
But summer wished in this way, that’s how
The summer has taken leave
The sad truth we have to heave
Chirrup, chirrup, chirrup we crickets sing
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Chirrr—-Chirrup—Chirr—-Chirrup
We crickets sing…….
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