English Poetry about Seasons: Sunny Season
A mild season
Henry Howard
Henry. Howard
Soot season, budding, flowers in full bloom, green grass, green mountains and green waters, green valleys and green waters;
In the mild season, leaves and buds are born, and green trees and grass cover the mountains and valleys.
She sang a nightingale with new feathers; The turtle told her story to her spouse.
The nightingale with new feathers released her song, and the turtledove poured out her heart to her partner.
Summer is coming, and every spray is blooming; The stag hung his old head on his pale face;
Summer came, flowers and lush leaves bent the roots of branches, and the stag hung its dark brown horns on the fence post.
He shook off the stag in winter clothes; Fish floating with newly restored scales;
The ram threw his winter coat in the bush, and the fish covered with new scales floated on the water.
The viper throws off all the molting; A swift swallow chasing flies;
The snake shed its old skin, and the swift swallow chased the little fly.
Busy bees collect honey. Winter has passed, and that is the bag of flowers.
Busy bees are brewing nectar. In the severe winter, the flower killer is now exhausted.
Therefore, I see that in these pleasant things, every kind of worry is fading, while my sadness is emerging.
In my opinion, everything is full of vitality and everything is unobstructed. Melancholy is gone, and sorrow still haunts my heart.
English Poetry about Seasons: Poetry in Praise of Spring
Because the rain and ruins in winter have passed,
And all the seasons of snow and crime;
The days when lovers and lovers are separated,
Lost light, won night;
The recalled time is the sadness of forgetting,
Frost is killed, flowers are opened,
The green Underwood and the cover
Spring has begun. ? Algernon charles swinburne (1837? 1909)
English Poetry about Seasons: Summer Poetry
When the pace is quickened, the noon in summer is bright.
Follow each other until a dreary swamp
Being crossed, a bare ridge clomb, at the top of it.
Standing alone, like from the edge of a barrier,
I looked down on Windermere's bed,
Like a huge river, it stretches in the sun. ? William wordsworth (1770? 1850)
English Poetry on Seasons: Poetry in Autumn
The morning is milder than before,
Nuts turn yellow;
Berries have fuller cheeks,
Rose is out of town. ? Emily Dickinson (1830? 1886)
English Poetry about Seasons: Winter Poetry
On this bleak winter solstice
The cold wind groaned,
The earth is as hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow has fallen, snow has fallen on snow,
To add insult to injury,
In the cold midwinter,
A long time ago. ? Christina Rossetti? (1830- 1894)