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.
Deep in the earth it was time to wake
wake and bloom my place to take
sleeping all winter under the ground
waiting for spring so I could astound
sending out shoots for over a week
ready I was to have my first peek
slowly opening ready to show
only to find myself covered in snow!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
I got this idea from Groundhog Day, Crocus (which sometimes blooms in the snow) and this image.
Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.
A Very Good Year
The month of December has come to a close
the weather has brought a new blanket of snow
Christmas has faded from Rudolph’s red nose
looks like it’s time for the new year.
To the party we go with our friends in tow
faces aglow and dressed in our best
jollification where ever we go
looks like it’s time for the New Year.
Champagne is flowing as midnight draws near
resolutions are made as we watch the ball drop
we raise up our glasses to toast to good cheer
that this New Year, be a very good year!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2011
Here’s to wishing you, and yours, a very good year from the bottom of my heart!
The poem was published on Bekkie In Wonderland in 2011, and now again, in 2016. The cards are copies of vintage New Year cards/postcards from the Victorian Era.
Shared with Poets United, Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads and all friends I’ve written with over the years!
The actual notion of a ball “dropping” to signal the passage of time dates back long before New Year’s Eve was ever celebrated in Times Square. The first “time-ball” was installed atop England’s Royal Observatory at Greenwich in 1833. This ball would drop at one o’clock every afternoon, allowing the captains of nearby ships to precisely set their chronometers (a vital navigational instrument).
Around 150 public time-balls are believed to have been installed around the world after the success at Greenwich, though few survive and still work. The tradition is carried on today in places like the United States Naval Observatory in Washington, DC, where a time-ball descends from a flagpole at noon each day – and of course, once a year in Times Square, where it marks the stroke of midnight not for a few ships’ captains, but for over one billion people watching worldwide.
About time-balls is from a Google search.
Christmas comes but once a year
sharing love with those held dear
festive Christmas trees appear
Jingle Bells is what I hear.
Christmas Eve the skies are clear
Santa’s coming have no fear
in his sleigh with eight reindeer
delivering presents far and near.
Christmas comes but once a year
time for blessings and good cheer
my favorite holiday atmosphere
now, that day is finally here!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2012
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May we all find peace this year.
Shared with Poets United and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
is never enough
or so it seems
one fine spring day
after a hard winter
one planet earth
make it count
it all begins
with one (you)
the number one
the loneliest number
in a crowd
zeros and ones
make up everything
for Matsuo Bashō
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Haiku Horizons.
on thin winter ice
reflections of white birch trees
like skeletal fingers
grasping the riverbanks close