With much chatter about the changing seasons, I penned this while remembering a song with the same title created by an NZ band, Crowded House, during the winter of 1992.
Tumbling Autumn leaves
and freckles of gold.
April warmth mingled with cold.
Under halloween orange sky.
Embracing July wintery winds
Raindrop walks and runny noses.
Architectural trees laid bare.
Chopped wood and fireplace chatter.
Returning Spring, life's joy.
Unsettled skies and riotous blooms
and flapping tui amongst the kowhai.
Begins raucous September.
Sensuous summer sparkling seas
melting icecream, pipi dancing and swims
in the carnivalesque heat.
Until seasons end.
Life at No. 22 
I do hope the seasons never end! What a truly opalescent sky you’ve captured there.
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Thanks, Eilene. I meant in that wording, it’s the end of summer, not the end of the seasons. That would be weirdly different.
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Lovely poem, Suzanne. You summed up the seasons brilliantly.
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Thanks very much, Cathy and I enjoy each season for various reasons.
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Sensuous summer sparkling seas… I can feel the heat in that, Suzanne, after the April warmth mingled with cold. Love the poem.
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Thanks very much, Jo and it was fun writing it. What surprised me was how long ago that song was released as it only seemed like yesterday 😉
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🤗🩷
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A fine evocation
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Thanks, Derrick.
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Lovely descriptions of seasons! I like the freckles of gold.
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Thanks very much. There’s a few on my face and become golden when out walking at sunrise.
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You’re welcome. I thought you meant the leaves. 🙂
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You were correct, I did 🙂 I just thought of my face and the effects on it during a sunrise, while I was replying to you.
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Ahhh–got it! 🙂
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Another delightful poem. And Eilene is right about the sky.
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Thanks, Jude and yes Eilene is spot on.
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Good poem. Like you, I live in a part of the world with four distinct seasons. It makes things interesting.
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Cheers, Neil. Agreed, having four distinct seasons does make life more interesting. Autumn is my favourite month, not to hot and not to cold.
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We have four distinct seasons here in Prescott, AZ, too, but usually only two in one day. 🙂 Great poem. did you take that picture? It’s lovely, too. I’ll link this post to my attendance list on Story Chat. 🙂 xxx
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Thanks very much, Marsha. Yes, I took the photo a while ago. I’m enjoying the process of learning to write poems. Though to be fair I don’t stick to the rules 🙂 x
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There’s no rule you have to stick to the rules! 🙂 LOL
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Thank goodness for that 😉
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NZ band or Aussie band?? 🙂
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Keep dreaming, Aussie. We know where they belong 😉
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I thought I might get a bite out of you on this one! 🙂
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Haha, biting with a raucous laugh 🙂
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🙂
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Tantalizing descriptions of the seasons. I especially liked this: “April warmth mingled with cold.
Under halloween orange sky.”
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Thanks very much for your lovely comment.
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