I wait through gray,
temperatures sitting on the fence,
squirrels darting in confusion
the month of snow with no snow…
When? What larger force works,
making warmer seasons bright
and summer filled with violent winds?
I am like the squirrel.
Tag Archives: seasons
December
Talk to me, December.
Tell me where you hid the green.
What secrets do you hold inside your mittens,
under your hat?
You practice your seasonal math,
knowing the requirement for fourths.
Stick branches poke into the skies,
licorice or clarinet against the grayish-blue.
You hum your melodies composed of wind,
surprise us with the first fresh fall of snow.
December, culmination of the warming,
warmed, then cooled, now cold.
December?
A Silly December Poem
It’s 60 today and the sun’s shining bright.
I guess that the seasons just can’t get it right.
A couple of flakes fell on Thanksgiving Day,
but autumn is lingering. Skies are not gray.
I wonder why Earth has its story mixed up.
The weather’s been weird, like cake in a cup.
So what of December? Where’s snow and the cold?
It might come like a lamb, not blatant or bold.
EVERY SEASON
EVERY SEASON
Copyright 2011 by Judy Unger
You always return on an April breeze
With fragrance of jasmine and crimson oak trees
The seasons, they just move go on
And my mind knows that you’re gone
With autumn’s cold you never grow old
With winter’s chill I miss you still
As the season changes my heart rearranges
When you left I always knew
Forever I’d long for you
so I’ve held on to your memory
And my sadness will always be
Every season you come back to me
You always return with a starry night sky
A soft, golden sunrise; a bright butterfly
I’m reminded you are free for all eternity
When fall would come, for years I was numb
My tears fell like rain, but spring thawed my pain
As the seasons go by, the memories don’t die
When you left, from life I withdrew
And a piece of my soul died, too
Life and death are a mystery
And my sadness will always be
Every season you come back to me
Click the blue link to play my song:
Every Season – 9/8/12 Copyright 2011 by Judy Unger
Click this link to a story about my song:
Every Season You Come Back To Me
© 2012 by Judy Unger, http://www.myjourneysinsight.com and 20 Lines A Day. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
Cycles
Circles of cycles
move me farther from birth,
closer to death.
I do not acknowledge the latter.
Seasons teach me:
Infant blossoms in spring,
full bloom of youth, the summer,
a winding-down in fall, raking up excesses, lowered skies,
then frozen winter.
I know my season,
just as the clock ticks inexorably.
Summer (from ramblingsfromamum)
My body lies upon the sand and the warmth radiates and envelopes my every pore
I inwardly smile at how I feel, my senses are tingling and alive as I listen to the sounds of the waves tumbling
I have waited all year to feel this way
To be by the ocean to hear its sounds, to smell it
Summer
My hands dig into the soft and gritty like crystals and slowly I let each grain pass through my fingers
My eyes closed my breath draws in to absorb the perfume of the water, the smell of the warmest season
My eyes blink open and I stare to the sky above to watch the clouds dance in the wind that carries them
I watch as birds fly overhead and cry out making themselves known
Summer
So perfect the day the quietness, the stillness around me with only the waves and the sounds of feathered creatures
My mind escapes into the paradise, my thoughts tumble, like the waves they ebb and flow
How perfect, how serene at happiness complete
The seasons that make a difference to my feelings my emotions
Summer
I have waited for the warmth to feel the sand, to hear the ocean, to gaze into the water
I have passed through the cold and wintry months, the time of Spring and Autumn, with summer I am alive
This is my place, this is where I belong
I am content at peace
Summer
Why does this have such a hold on me?
Why am I happiest here?
I cannot say, is it because I am a water sign?
Possibly
Summer
Some places make us feel alive more than others
Being near the water is mine
I have tranquility listening to the waves or stepping amongst the rock pools to watch the life below
I simply belong
Summer
Do you have a place where you belong?
Where your senses come alive
Where the sounds of all around you without an orchestra
Fulfills you and takes you to a place you may only have in your dreams…
Summer
DREAMS
Dreaming dreams hoping for a light,
waiting patiently for something in the night,
wanting so desperately to mean something,
to mean more than something to some one;Dreaming of times long gone,
when winter melted into spring,
and burst into summer and fall,
when a season remained just that, a season;But then time flew,
and we grew,
and that ends the story of me and you.
September
It’s September now
Four months left in the year
The weather will be cooler
Soon the holidays will be upon us
Family gatherings
Laughter and hugs
Where did the year go
It started off so lovely
Rapidly turned so cold
Life turned cold and harsh
But that was then
As it begins to cool outside
It’s warmer now within
Life is beginning to burst forth
As if it’s spring, not fall
Seasons come and go
No matter the weather
Seasons
I’m editing this to dedicate it especially to Caroline Rhein. Caroline is the former sister in law of my brother Steve’s wife Jean. She was just critically injured in a motorcycle accident, in which her companion was killed, and is recovering in the hospital. It’s my understanding that she still doesn’t know about her companion’s death. They had been out celebrating her birthday. I met her 10 years ago, in April of 2002, when I was visiting Steve and Jean in Colorado. We seemed to really get on well, and I never forgot that time visiting with her and the connection we made, although we did not stay in touch through the years since. But she’s been through more than many people could endure, including the tragic loss of a son 3 years ago. You can read about that in my brother’s blog here. Praying for a speedy recovery for Caroline, and for healing in her heart for the many trials she’s endured and is still enduring.
May there be no violent storm raging deep within your soul
But may there be a summer breeze that blows, and does console
May you know the warmth of being loved, and loving in return
And if your love should leave you, may your light inside still burn
May you never become bitter, with cold and hardened heart
May you always know that every day brings with it a new start
When you can lay aside all the troubles you have known
And recall only the memory of kindness life has shown
This is my prayer for you, upon this August day
When fall is now approaching, with the leaves that fall away
May they carry with them all the things that take away your smile
So to lighten up your journey as you walk another mile
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The journey is amazing, with such beauty to behold
But along the way, I know the winds that blow can be quite cold
I pray the flame of God’s great love will always keep you warm
And you will know to look to Him to keep you from all harm
Remember through the winter that the snow will one day melt
I pray that melting with it will be all the hurts you’ve felt
And when the spring returns again, with new life all around
May it bring you peace from deep within, and blessings that abound.
Coming Soon
The nights are getting cooler, finally.
Fall is near, I can smell it in the air.
Soon the trees will be decked out in their glorious colors.
I know it isn't fair for me to go on and on about how pretty they will be.
Some of you will never get to see this beauty for yourselves, so I will be on…
Fall is on it's way
Trying a Rondel for the First Time
The pine trees on our backyard hill
withstand the seasons’ offerings.
In winter heavy snowfall clings.
In spring the robins eat their fill
from feeders and, most times, they spill.
The autumn wind bends, twists and wrings
the pine trees on our backyard hill.
Can they withstand those offerings?
Our Midwest winter brings a chill,
sends birds much farther south on wings.
The summer sun tunes up and sings
its songs through branches o, so still,
through pine trees on our backyard hill.
Autumn
Falling.
Falling.
Into the pit of despair
Into the trough of despondence
The boy fell.
Not a sheer drop nor steep descent
But a slow,
Painful slide.
Not a scream nor a cry
But a chorus of mocking laughter
Accompanying his stifled sobs.
Not a word of comfort nor a gesture of warmth
But a mob of bees, their incessant buzzing
Stinging.
The boy tumbled.
He groped around in darkness, contemplating,
Should I? Should I not?
Eternal confinement, or
Eternal contempt?
He could just end it all.
Stay at the bottom of the pit forever.
Let go of the cruel world.
Just leave.
And in the fall he will burn a bright orange. Glowing with joy.
And after the fall the rest will wilt.
No Doubt
You tell me that there is no God
Though I’m convinced there is.
You say it’s just conditioning
My thinking is amiss.
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Just look at all He did create
Our bodies, yours and mine
And all the wonders of the world
Miraculous and fine.
~
Why, even ants that crawl the ground
Amazing, don’t you know?
The rain that falls upon the earth
And makes the flowers grow
~
The trees that rise up from the ground
And stand so strong and tall
The leaves that awesome colors show
When season turns to fall
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But most amazing of it all
The love He freely gives
A love that’s indescribable
There is no doubt He lives.
What Can I Do?
It takes so little effort to amend
an argument, or straighten out the bend
a road oft takes. Forgive the careless word
that flits around you like a little bird.
Please realize that this might be the hour
you leave the earth, so sniff the red rose flower
and praise the trees that stand there mighty, tall.
The spring, the summer, winter, and the fall
have given you a panoramic view,
provided excellence, each season new
in character and dress. You leave the seed
within your words, plant wisdom others read.
Seasonal
watching winter murder autumn in a fall of powdery white through a slash of cream drapery pulled rudely to one side…
a pretty crime, committed preemptively…
hiding in golden, quilted layers, i try to embrace the hushed dance of flakes on the other side of the glass…
think not of cold, wet, boot-caged feet that must trudge through the graying slush of the aftermath…
turning of another season…
why must change always come both hopeful and uncomfortable?…it confuses and discombobulates me…
why not a perpetual season, warm and mild, to meander through, rather than trudge, on soles..and souls… unfettered?
perhaps it is to help us appreciate the brevity of easy joy in the long stretches of mundane drudgery…
i’m lazy…i just want the joy….
sinking deeper into the recesses of my pillowed refuge, i hope for a return to golden fall on the morrow and elect to ignore my mundane til then…
plotting new beginnings in the endings of this season, i strive redolently for a hopeful outlook…
perhaps it is working…
i have written….
