Reasons

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Reasons

There are reasons for our seasons
as we watch for yearly clues
in the summer we have flowers
multicolored meadows viewed.

Then the trees turn glorious colors
dying leaves fall to the ground
before the burning bonfires end
winter’s come without a sound.

When the Crocuses start blooming
and I heed the robin’s call
spring will bring her wondrous renewal.
Good reasons for us all.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

I wanted to write a poem about the seasons while naming them within the poem. There were a few versions of this before I finally got the words the way I wanted them and I’m happy with the way it turned out.

A past musing shared with my friends at Poets United.

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Haiku #91116 a and b

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haiku #91116 a

as autumn charms
cold winds send summer scattering
’round the bend

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

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haiku #91116 b

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a hole in our hearts
still on the mend

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

bend and mend (2 weeks of prompts)

Written with Haiku Horizons and shared with Poets United.

Mother’s On The Moon

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Mother’s On The Moon

It’s almost the month of June
not quite yet the end of May
my mother’s on the moon
and there is where she stays.

She fell in love with a man
the man she saw in the moon
coming up with a perilous plan
to go in a makeshift balloon.

I watched through a telescope tense
as she made her frivolous flight
it caused some earthly suspense
but she made it that very night.

Towards the end of a lovely June
their love blossomed and grew
bringing forth a second moon
but no one was feeling blue.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

In modern use, when 13 full moons occur in a year, usually one calendar month has two full moons; the second one is called a “blue moon“.

Shared with Poets United.

The Calendar

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The Calendar

The Calendar doesn’t care
what day it is
it’s got so many to choose from
it can afford to lose one.

The calendar doesn’t count
when days go flying by
or care about your age
it simply turns the page.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.