Article Tag: Poetry-The-Seasons

Stone Soup Magazine
May/June 2017

By Miyo Kurosaki

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...

Fog wisping through the Douglas firs Rain dripping from the wind-whipped boughs Crisp and cold fresh autumn air The smell of spruce and dampened earth. An...

A winter walk— My dog barking by My side, Leafless trees Piled with snow, Rotten cornstalks Golden brown, Cows with frosted fur Chomping dead grass, Squirrels...

Lines… Veins… Silky Strands… One red leaf on a green tree, Swaying all alone in the wind One red leaf falling through the chilled fall air Swirling in the...

The fields are a wonder in summertime: Midnight black like the sky, With twinkling lights like stars. What are those lights? Hundreds of fireflies flittering...

We see autumn As a blaze Of red leaves, falling leaf-shaped embers From the branch-lined sky, Ablaze Of squirrels rushing, Geese hurrying, of motion, Ablaze Of...

Listen! Is that the calling of the hounds, The hounds returning? What wavering desolate horn is this that sounds, So much like the wild hunt’s baying? A...

I walk through the silent pasture to the tree swing. I sit down and start to swing. I close my eyes and fall into a silent sleep. ‘When I open my eyes I see the...