Whispers Of The Seasons

 

These poems are written for the different seasons.

 

First Fallen

Golden crisp sheet
frolics on the Autumn breeze.

Descending on a
sea of green,
surrenders to fate.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
09/03/2007

 

 

Autumn's Love

I remember in October
walking along the beach.
Feeling the cool breeze
as it swirled my hair.

You patted the sand
with your feet while
sitting on a large
piece of driftwood.

Then smiled and laughed,
we blew soap bubbles.
One for each year
of my being here.

Sun kissed the waves
as sea gulls scurried
along the lake shore,
celebrating life too.

A passing of hearts
never again to be
in season. Autumn's love
etched upon my soul.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
06/16/2009

 

 

Summer's Treasure

Golden sunshine baths the day,
warm breezes stir jade leaves.
Birds soar across sapphire sky,
elemental smells grace the air.

Under shade giving boughs,
paused on an emerald ocean,
a chipmunk suddenly darts away.
Bees labor amongst garden riches.

Topaz sunflowers tower over
roses waxed in ruby reds.
Silvery doves coo in union
as jeweled insects take flight.

All the beauty I drink in,
quenching my weary soul.
For an afternoon so sweet
in treasure, thank-you God!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
06/27/2009
 

 

A Snowman's Tears

His creators, the children, had all gone
home to be tucked in their beds,
for Christmas Eve had finally arrived.

He notices an elderly, homeless man
digging through the trash bins
behind the mall in search of a meal.

As a couple yell at each other while
they unlock their trunk to fill it with
bags of gifts not given out of love.

Many shoppers rush out of the mall,
honking their horns and cursing as
they drive out of the parking lot.

He remembers the children talking
excitedly about the presents they
hoped to find under the Christmas tree.

It sounded so wonderful this day
called Christmas, but from what he
had observed, he was not so sure.

Music from the choir in the church
down the road sounded grand but did
angels on high know the real truth?

People are greedy, cruel and selfish. 
Or so it seemed to be, thought the
man made by children from snow.

Surrounded by trees he silently stood. 
Where is this Spirit called Christmas?
It certainly isn't in the shopping mall.

Perhaps it is suppose to be in children's
laughter or singing choirs, but it seemed
an unanswered puzzle just out of reach.

Using the trees and snowman for shelter,
the homeless man fell asleep on the ground.
He watched the poor man shiver in the cold.

This is wrong thought the man made from snow.
He shook off his woolen cap and heavy scarf
so it would fall  to cover the sleeping man.

Suddenly a ruby, red cardinal swooped down
taking a few nibbles off his carrot nose and
a squirrel snatched some acorns from his smile.

Though there was less of him as night ended,
warm trickles fell from his two coal black eyes.
As he shed those tears, the puzzle was answered.

Heaven granted wisdom to the humble snowman.
For in giving of himself to help others he had
found the Christmas Spirit was indeed very real!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
12/22/2010

 

 

Winter Slumber

Tucked away under leaves and snow
winter kissed Earth sleeps and dreams
of the many past harvest seasons.

Earth feels loving tendrils from seeds,
vines and resting plant roots, embraced
in her soil waiting for Spring.

Where they will be called once again,
awakened to push forward and reach 
out for warmth, air and sweet sky.

But for now Earth will wear her crystal
gown of ice and snow, dreaming of
her prince, the Summer sun.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
11/15/2014

 

 

For The New Year

Each New Year brings hope, a new start in our daily lives,
to reach dreams and goals we want to share with loved ones.

To become a better person, to see the world in a new light.
To hold life and love as sacred gifts to be cherished each day.

May God bless and guide you and your family as you enter into
this new year and may all you hope for, be given in abundance!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
12/03/2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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