Seasons song

I have a mind’s eye picture
of autumn here to find
which I’d like to share with you
and hope that you don’t mind
For though it’s one of fading
from a summer that’s now passed
it’s also one of hope
which I know is set to last

MY SWEET AUTUMN – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Lover,
Of The Seasons
And For Each Of Them
I Have My Own,
And Secret Reasons
For Letting Them,
Make Love To Me 

They All Touch Me
In The Deepest Way

A nod to summer

And though the darkness now appears
earlier each day
it’s good to see the summer lights
still twinkle here I’d say
For even though it’s cooler now
they speak of pleasure past
and keeps the memory intact
ensuring it will last

An ode to Autumn

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Pale-white shrinking golden glow
hovers over water slow
and morning waking slumber stays
as it peers slowly from the haze
Whimsy holds removed I see
a world at distance wistfully
as summer fades to distant glow
and cooler days I soon will know
A curtain call as evening falls
and summer into winter calls
Yet tangible with treasure hold
the Autumn swan-song bathed in gold

An ode to Summer

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Momentum carries me forward
into the heat of the day
for a warmth that summer belongs to
with feeling mere words cannot say
It’s the season I always long for
Its comfort a tangible thing
Its presence to hold and cling onto
for a smile and a reason to sing

An ode to Spring

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Winter’s grey-cast clouds have passed
and Summer’s child is here
to bring us hope and merriment
and fill our hearts with cheer
This child is full of freedom
speaking freshly of the truth
which every year around this time
gives nature’s hand its youth
Summer’s child will not stay long
but with a flair and fling
as seasons through the years have sung
for Summer’s child is Spring

An ode to Winter

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Crystalline clarity out there today
in the treeline over the way
A frosting has covered the fields overnight
with beauty mere words can’t portray
So I’ll not waste them here but contented instead
I’ll quietly stand here for a while
and let Winter’s wonder embellish instead
that picture in mind for a smile

Dichotomy

Yes, there’s beauty in winter
I’ll give you that
But, no brainer given the choice
As between both of these
Quite opposed to the freeze
it’s the summer in which I rejoice

Of seagulls and seasons

Throughout the year the seagulls
as seasons come and go
are always out there for me
be it sunshine, rain or snow

In the winter and the autumn
In the Springtime when it’s green
In the summer when it’s nice and warm
There are seagulls I’ll have seen

MY SWEET AUTUMN – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Lover,
Of The Seasons
And For Each Of Them
I Have My Own,
And Secret Reasons
For Letting Them,
Make Love To Me 

They All Touch Me
In The Deepest Way

Tri-Sussex

n May there is green
as we walk on these hills
and breathe in the air
as a cure for all ills

In August there’s ochre
as the harvest grows ripe
and these hills bring a smile
from the grumble and gripe

Light in my eyes

The Light Quartet captured
the year in four seasons
Each with a nuance
Each with a reason

Sometimes it is fading
Sometimes on the rise
But throughout the year
There is light in my eyes

The Light Quartet

In Spring light glistens
Fresh with the joy of new life
It leaps and bounds

In Summer light is
Simply and completely full
At one with the sun

The Circle II

This time of day it changes
at each different time of year
Certain little nuances
as morning time draws near

The Oak

In the park there stands an old oak.
I know not how aged it is,
But it was here before I was
And it will remain long after I do not.

Every morning I pass by its thick trunk,
The oak waves its branches, goodbye.
And every night I drunkenly stumble home,
It’s standing still, in silent judgment.

Even when I dash past and miss its farewell
In the rush to catch the last possible train
To $9.50 an hour misery with no future,
I know the stoic oak is standing there,
Gayly laughing at my fleeting and meaningless struggles.

Of the sun

Winter clung fast
to April’s last day
with rain and strong winds
to greet first of May

Yet there is still time
for the sunshine to come
with promise of summer
born of the sun

spring rising

you write your memories
into the spring
you write your heart
into all of the lovely things
flowers, water ripples,

A Colorful Picture – learn my colors storybook

 

 

I wish to be ink…

And dabble in blue.

Twelve Months Two

No.7 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘Twelve Months’ series

Vivid Violet in the sun
tells us the second month has come
One and thirty days are done
the New Year truly has begun

February’s birth flower, Violet
reminds us lest we all forget
that Winter’s fading oubliette
will soon be Spring in case we fret

MY SWEET AUTUMN

MY SWEET AUTUMN
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Lover,
Of The Seasons
And For Each Of Them
I Have My Own,
And Secret Reasons
For Letting Them,
Make Love To Me 

They All Touch Me
In The Deepest Way

December blossom

There’s blossom in the bushes
even though it’s now December
And I know it’s been quite warm of late
but you’d think it would remember
That winter sun although still bright
deceives with days of chill
and Spring is several months away
with quite some waiting still

Twelve months twelve

5 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘Twelve Months’ series

Vibrant red
my colour bright
Poinsettia
a lovely sight

Thinking of summer

And around about this time of year
when winter’s settling in
The days are getting shorter
and I’ve started shivering
It’s then I think of summer
and wish that I was there
When instead of wearing jumpers
my arms and legs are bare

The Yellow

Underneath the canopy
the yellow on the ground
the changing of the seasons
as autumn comes around

#Haiku 70 (Triple): Beauty & Nature

Silent eloquence

In harmony with nature

Beauty surrounding

Summer’s End

I’m told that come September
England’s summer’s at an end
But I’m not ready yet, I’ll tell you
To say goodbye to my good friend
And I’m pretty sure the sunshine
Is having none of that
As the heat I felt at lunchtime
Made it clear where it was at

Summer Rain

Summer Rain

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Can you smell the summer rain

As it trickles, trickles, trickles down

Washing away the grime and stain

Appeasing the thirsty ground.

Parch

Parch

-Linda Lee Lyberg

The sun bakes the land

Blinding,fierce,parching its path