RoseAnn V. Shawiak Seasons Poems

Leaping into visions opened to nature, enjoying the
seasons of this life as I follow pathways of choice.

Leading creatively along and into intellectual imag-
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Time relying upon moods of music as intellect continues to surpass meanings of english in poetical forms of an interior
imagination.

Being rewarded in seasons of life as they come into being, an ageless wonder of intellectual bliss while in passages of time where only a poet in allowed entrance.
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Turning and spinning, all of our love keeps going unto
the end, never fading, always shining brightly, never
turning away.
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Summer, winter, spring and fall, seasons coming,
seasons falling into the nothingness of your death,
holding nothing to look forward to again in this
earthly life.
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Summer roses reminding me of weddings, love and funerals,
red showering us with scented meaning of love throughout
our lives.
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Lightly blowing, whispering, telling of things to come.

Touching, hurting, playing softly, tickling hearts
with feelings thoughtfully denied.
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Alone, filled with desire, alone, empty, expired within,
seeking nothing, finding nothing, allowing changing seasons
small places to reside in.
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Visions of quiet sounds, reaching my sight with
expected reasoning and logic's absolute power.
Until that is, wisdom touches it with a reverence
it cannot ignore.
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Rejoicing in Christmas seasons, feeling alive with yuletime
songs and decorations.

Smiling, walking, wishing all you meet a Merry Christmas and
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Dawning darkness falling upon us on our
journey home.
Relating sights and colors to our senses
as we interpret life in our own reasons
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