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Upon The Meadow

January's frost on the window,
look out, see the crystal snow.
Meadow stretched and barren,
hills peek with highs and lows.

February always bitter cold. 
short cold month of the year.
Groundhog looks for shadow,
reminder springtime is near.

March brings signs of life,
nose pressed on window pane.
Eyes captivated by robins,
red breast friends home again.

April baby bunnies scamper,
warren covered with daffodils.
Meadow alive with wildflowers,
time of renewal on the hills.

May brings warmth to meadow,
a beautiful nature scene,
Eyes watch playful chipmunks,
cross rolling carpet of green.

June buttercups dance in wind,
sway to and fro in harmony,
Fragrance drift on the breeze,
past love filter back to me.

July's sun beats down on greens,
waits to quench thirst in rain,
Thunderhead rolls across field,
past love disappear once again.

August the meadow is a flutter,
fledglings have learned to fly,
Anticipation of autumn's arrival,
offspring leaning to survive.

September brings back the frost,
trees beyond meadow change,
Colorful hues create magnificence,
upon the distant mountain range.

October is strewn with pumpkins,
soon picked neath harvest moon,
Beauty is fading away slowly,
soon nature will sings new tune.

November's meadow looks bare,
no beauty or color seen at all,
Old Man Winter knocks on door,
snow will cover bareness of fall.

December's wonderland snowfall,
melts, drips upon window pane,
Gaze out on new fallen softness,
reflect on past year once again.

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  • fantasysmurf
    September 3, 2008
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    Different Expressions of a Meadow

    Every month has a different 'face' and this poem shows the individual features of each. It is great to have seasons/degrees of a simple meadow shining through the year. This poem shrinks all 8760 hours, 365 days, 12 months, and four seasons to a grand read. Thank you poet for going the extra mile to fill my empty meadow

  • mcheadle
    August 30, 2008
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    that was a full year

    ll that is left is the turkey and then old /santa Clause. Then BANG it is another New year....mac


    • Sandygram
      August 31, 2008
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      Great Comment Mac!!!!!!

      Gobble Gobble Gobble and HO HO HO You always make me smile with your deligtful comments my friend. I hope this day finds the Big Yellow Sun shining upon you. Take care. Hugs and Smiles

      Blessings to You,
      Sandy .


  • Silent Cougar Moderators member
    August 30, 2008

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    wow, there must be something in the weather, and it's getting past through the winds to all my favourites too. Your ability to create such an amazing write, but have it in a form of monthly stanzas is very creative indeed. I think we can all relate to the happenings of each month so clearly too. Fantastic write Sis.

    • Sandygram
      August 31, 2008
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      Thank You Dear Brother

      You always bring a smile when you pop in here. So nice to hear from my sweet brother. I so appreciate your lovely comment. You take care.

      Bless You,
      Sandy

  • chiefmac
    August 30, 2008

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    Wonderful list

    This is a great list of the months and how they work with nature. What a lovely look at each month and remarkable rhyme through the work to blend and hold it all together. Marvelous and good luck with the contest.

    • Sandygram
      August 31, 2008
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      Wonderful Commment

      Always nice to read your thoughtful coments. Glad you enjoyed the yearly journey upon the meadow. Each season brings it own beauty God has created for us to enjoy. You take care.

      Bless You,
      Sandy

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