Article Tag: Poetry-The-Seasons

Stone Soup Magazine
June 2019

By Patrick Lusa

  The sky seems endless. All of the birds fly in it. The huge blue abyss.   Patrick Lusa, 11Stafford Springs, CT

  1 winter day at 2 in the morning there are 3 people sleeping as 4 owls are hooting before they go to sleep at 5 a.m. 6 in the morning and the owls have...

Winter Birch trees so brown and white Glowing in the moonlight Shaking trees In the howling breeze The tall trees Have falling leaves There is a bird’s...

The howl of the wind The crisp air And the crunching of boots on a bed of snow The brightest white you will ever see The evergreens struggle against the...

Frozen Beauty Soft, white, flakes drift down, following the wind. They bring a sense of happiness to the air. The golden rays of warmth strike onto the fluffy...

A walk by the shore on a blazing summer day, So hot that you can cook an egg on the street. The soft silky sand tickles your toes While you complain that...

My feet sunk into the soft sand. The waves called to me. “Come play,” they said, “within my water so that I can hear your laughter.” The water washed up on the...

Warm light Streams from the sky Snow swirls in freezing wind Still, I will go out. Through the branches sprinkles A shower of light A lesson from the...

At midnight today, the first snowflake fell Wandering through miles of clear December air. It blew onto my windowpane And lay there, a silent witness To the...

The breeze tastes sweet and warm of sun of ripe fruit and of grass It ruffles my hair and plasters my sweat-wet shirt on my skin It blows doors shut and wafts...