Seasons Come Around

Autumn leaves of different colors

Reds, oranges, yellows, and browns.

Are the colors of the leaves that cover the ground.

They make such a beautiful and colorful sight.

Even though you can’t see their brilliant colors at night.

The wind carries the leaves away like loose bird feathers.

Crisp and cool is the air in this type of weather.

Rake up the leaves for jumping fun.

Is this your favorite season of the year, autumn?

Burr it’s so cold.

The air bites at the tip of your nose.

The world looks like melted marshmallows.

Because everything is draped in fluffy white snow.

Bundle up when you go out there.

You might freeze if you get kissed by that air.

Your breath floats like a speech bubble.

If you like hot chocolate, make it a double!

Beautiful flowers blooming all around.

Pollen drifts slowly to the ground.

Birds busy with activity as bees.

Building new homes among the trees.

Spring gives the sense of new life.

The perfect weather attire is something light.

Everything seems so fresh and clean.

All the trees and lawns are beautiful greens.

The sun is like a big orange ball in the sky.

Family’s summer picnics are invaded by flies.

Pools are full of people trying to stay cool.

As the children play on the playground of closed schools.

The concrete bakes like an apple pie crust.

Trips to the beach are a vacation must.

Cold glasses of lemonade quench the thirst.

And then the sky opens with a summer rain; cloud burst!

Rising Star: Maureen Mckenzie

 

Hello everyone, today, I am featuring rising star Maureen Mckenzie AKA Rosy. She is an up-and-coming poet from the United Kingdom. She is very talented, and I see her going far with her unique poetic style.

 

Blind Seasons

By Maureen Mckenzie

 

What a thing the spring

The pretty daffodils … where?

If only for a few days and hours

The lovely smell…

That newness

The dew, the damp, cool rain…

To whirl and bring warmth again

I feel it, not see it

It’s ok. I love it

I know it’s spring…

Now, it’s summer

There’s a bummer!

It’s too hot. Is it not?

No air conditioning here

Oh, dear!

The warmth through my feet

Wearing sandals, what a treat!

Walking in the sea

As the tide comes in

Now, there a thing

I feel it, not see it

It’s ok. I love it

I know it’s summer

So, autumn

Here you are

The door is ajar

The leaves are rustling

Everyone is hustling!

Getting ready for Christmas!

No! It’s too early

But the leaves are all twirly

Colorful aren’t they?

I feel it, not see it

It’s ok. I love it

I know it’s autumn

Winter, oh burrrr it’s cold!

It’s grey out there

So I’m told…

It’s all festive with Christmas joy

I love that feeling … oh boy!

Snow crunch on ground

Ok it’s found

The white stuff under my toes

With cold it glows

I feel it, not see it

It’s ok. I love it

I know it’s winter

I can feel it, hear it

Touch it

Sense it

it’s here

it’s ok.

Isn’t it?

What’s that you are saying…?

You don’t need sight to have vision

But isn’t that a division?

Though

Between light and dark

What a lark!

But I’m ok…

 

 

 

Globalization, me dear!

By Maureen Mckenzie

 

I think the time has come near

When we must hold dear

This much we must dare

And be bold and to share

Every creed, color, religion, and nation

Without any frustration

Good will and love

Does shine down from above

But our planet is heaving

And no one is leaving

There is no escape

We have made many a mistake

In our evolution

Without thought or solution

The planet needs saving

Whilst new IPhones we are craving

The water is rising

The sun hotly shining

As icebergs melt

Depleting ozone is felt

People rush round

Much importance is found

In activity trivial

Nonsensical ritual

Wars never ending

With no peace transcending

Nuclear war could transpire

That would destroy every desire

In one moment we’d be gone

There would be no song

So, wouldn’t it be better for us?

To not make so much fuss

And our differences put aside

So no one need hide

Globalization must bring us together

Because none of us are really that clever

So, do you have an idea?

To work this all out me dear!

 

Bio:

 

I was once a visual artist who painted. I still have my art displayed in galleries as a visually impaired artist today, but now since losing most of my eyesight over the past few years to glaucoma, I have started to write poetry.  People often said to me it would be a good idea to write a diary to share my feelings of sight loss, but I feel writing words in prose is more effective and a better way for me to portray my creativity. Some say poetry should always rhyme, but I think this is true to a certain extent, but not necessary all the time

 

My poem Blind Seasons has to do with the four seasons… and sight loss… reality, and that is mine. I have 10% optic nerve left in each eye.

 

If you would like to check out more of Maureen’s work, visit her blog at Rosy Poems. I’m sure you will find a poem or two that will pull at your heart strings.