Seasonal Poetry

by Patrick Harvey

early winter sunset after a clear blue day violet horizon broken by a skyline sparkling with office lights quickstep of holidays marching out of darkness into a new year promising something more chilly evenings

new growth spring and summer rewards of the harvest each have their own moments then circle out of view in winter the earth rests harvesting the fallen to make new beginnings feeding winter mushrooms and hoarding hope for spring

Images created by Irani and Daouma Jeong from the Noun Project

chilly evenings announce the season’s cold edge out just north of town

the starlight appears sharper bits of ice and diamond

under a blanket made of the remains of fall life slows to nothing

winter mushrooms take refuge waiting for just their moment

steel gray afternoon brittle grass under cold feet challenging this wind

season of simplicity nothing extra meets the eye

black and white landscape bare trees casting long shadows pointing to my door

back turned to a cold north wind hurrying home to supper

kitchen in winter rich scent of mushrooms and herbs fogging the windows

a frozen afternoon with warm stew and a crust of bread

this day is for cold spring barely a rumor spread by the old folks

today we warm ourselves with the plain pleasures of winter

under our blankets winter drifts slowly away into dreams of spring