107 Poems about the Seasons Mesmerizing Beauty of Nature’s Cycles

“The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.”

These words by Arthur Rubinstein beautifully encapsulate the symphony of nature’s ever-turning wheel— the changing of seasons.

As we embark on this poetic journey through the poems about the seasons, it’s essential to recognize the profound impact of these natural cycles on our lives.

From the four movements of a symphony to the perpetual dance of nature, the seasons provide a canvas for creative expression.

This article invites you to immerse yourself in the beauty of seasons poems.

Best Poems about the Seasons

Celebrate the beauty of the seasons with the best poems that eloquently capture nature’s ever-changing tapestry. These best poems about seasons invite you to immerse yourself in the mesmerizing cycle of the year.

1. Winter Solstice

       by Hilda Doolittle

“Winter is white on turf and tree,
And birds are fled,
And the ‘wonder-tree’
Is tossed in white,
Skimmed in the snow,
While passing stills the water.

2. A Song in Spring

       by Alexander Pope

Go, tuneful bird, that gladdenest the skies;
To Daphne’s window speed thy flight.
Her, ’tis a lover’s serenade.

3. The Four Seasons

       by James Thomson

Hail to the Night and her three Maiden Daughters!
Hail to the Season of the frost and snow!
Hail to the Maid of middle Winter, when,
Her piercing winds and blasts are loud, and bring
The hidden frost.

4. Winter

       by Walter de la Mare

And when the leaves were blue as ice
A little bit of star
Would slumber in a hollow pearl
All in a frigid bar.

5. The Darkling Thrush

       by Thomas Hardy

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,

6. A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree

       by Emily Dickinson

A Drop fell on the Apple Tree —
Another — on the Roof —
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves —
And made the Gables laugh —

7. Indian Summer

       by Emily Dickinson

These are the days when skies resume
The old — old sophistries of June —
A blue and gold mistake.

8. Spring

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.

Famous Poems about the Seasons

Explore verses by renowned poets who have masterfully portrayed the enchanting dance of the seasons. Famous poems about seasons resonate with the enduring beauty of nature’s transformations.

1. Ode to Autumn

       by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close sister of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’erbrimmed their clammy cells.

2. To Spring

       by William Blake

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

3. Winter

       by William Shakespeare

When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,

4. The Waste Land

       by T.S. Eliot

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

5. Spring

       by Christina Rossetti

Spring is when life’s alive in everything,
And new life is on its way.

6. To Autumn

       by William Blake

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!

7. Winter Trees

       by William Carlos Williams

All the complicated details
of the attiring and the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among

8. In Memoriam A. H. H.

       by Lord Alfred Tennyson

The meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

9. Early Spring

       by Rainer Maria Rilke

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
Has replaced the meadows’ wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
Their singing accents. Tenderness, and love,

10. Sonnet 18

       by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

11. Indian Summer

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!

12. Spring

       by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring

13. Late Spring

       by William Carlos Williams

The Lady
turns of the day,
everything ripe.
She travels back from winter

14. Now Winter Nights Enlarge

       by Thomas Campion

Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.

Funny Poems about the Seasons

Add humor to your celebration of the seasons with funny poems that bring a smile to your face. These funny poems about seasons playfully highlight the quirks and idiosyncrasies of each season.

1. The Spring Has Sprung

       by Ogden Nash

The spring has sprung, the grass has riz,
I wonder where the flowers is.
The boid is on the wing, but that’s absoid,
I thought the wing was on the boid.

2. The Funniest Face

       by Shel Silverstein

The funniest face I ever saw
Was the same old face of a teddy bear.
What is it? What’s the matter with that face?
It’s the funniest face in the world.

3. Summer Sun

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

4. A Summer’s Day

       by Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

5. A Light Exists in Spring

       by Emily Dickinson

A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here.

6. Winter Time

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

7. The Four Seasons

       by James Thomson

With the zephyrs of May, on the lightweight celandine
Turn the gaze of the heifers, and smell the field of beans.
Heated from the midday, the buzzing grasshoppers
Hide in the midst of the grass, in the dark green places.

8. In November

       by Thomas Hardy

The dank soils at their best will not appear,
While round me in this misty atmosphere
These icy-hammer’d clods are turned and tossed
On watery winds, which make a dead man cost.

9. No! No! Not Butterflies

       by Jack Prelutsky

No! No! Not butterflies—
those aren’t the things I mean,
this buzzing—zipping—zooming sound
is coming from the bean.

10. The Snowball

       Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.

11. A Little Snow Was Here and There

       by Robert Frost

A little snow was here and there
Disseminated in her hair
Since she and I had met and married
By the jewel in her teeth.

12. Cold

       by A.A. Milne

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

13. The Ant and the Cricket

       by Aesop (Fable)

In the summer, the ant worked tirelessly,
Storing food for the winter’s freeze.
The cricket sang songs in leisure,
But found himself without any treasure.

Short Poems about the Seasons

Experience the concise beauty of the seasons in short poems that distill the essence of each season into a few carefully chosen words. These short poems about seasons offer a glimpse into the magic of nature.

1. A Winter’s Day

       by Lewis Carroll

To-night it snows, to-night it snows;
I’ll bet you sixpence it never goes;
We must be careful, what we does,
For the snow is very slippy,
This house is warm and all in trim,
The cake is here for us to cut,
You’ll look, my dear, and I’ll look, with a
Hand as proud as a king in leprosy.

2. Winter: My Secret

       by Christina Rossetti

I tell my secret? No, indeed, not I;
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,
And you’re too curious: fie!

3. Autumn

       by Robert Frost

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

4. On Winter

       by William Blake

The Snow and the Frost and the Thunder
All was fled.
King Louis was living, and so were the dead.

5. When I Am Dead, My Dearest

       by Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

6. The Winter Evening

       by William Cowper

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups,

7. Winter: Time to Go

       by A.A. Milne

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

8. Spring

       by Langston Hughes

The little old lady’s hair is white as rain.
Little old lady by the window pane
Sits all day by the window pane
Spinning her little thread.

9. Autumn

       by William Cullen Bryant

O, for this desert, and the narrow glen
Which shut me from the crowd!
There, wailing through the lone and distant night,
To others’ voices, round
I lay on leaves, and heard the lone wind pass,
And pines in murmurs, tossing on the blast.

10. Winter

       by Walter de la Mare

In winter frosty
All the world’s on snow.
But spring makes everything so clean,
Sparkling, the river throws.

11. The Seasons: Winter

       by James Thomson

Now, night’s dim shades again involve the sky;
Again the kindling sire renews his fire;
And musing o’er the old andaztec, stroys
The sweet and sacred thoughts of cordial peace.

12. The Winter’s Spring

       by John Clare

The kingfisher wakes early in the morning
And tells its mate a fairy tale
Of little children and the wagging tail
Of a happy dog, running and barking,
And the donkey braying.

13. The Winter

       by Adam Lindsay Gordon

From Australia here I come
From the sun and from the heat
To the land of the silver cold.

Long Poems about the Seasons

Delve deep into the heart of the seasons with longer poems that offer an immersive exploration of each season’s unique charm. These long poems about seasons provide a profound reflection on nature’s cycles.

1. The Seasons – Spring

       by James Thomson

The garlands fade, the vows are worn away;
So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.

Ah! why will Amoret, when I am lost,
Too cruelly reveal that she is just?
Those, by the gods, most amiable and fair,
By a reproach like that, disfigured are.
Ah! faithless fair! why do you thus destroy
The great esteem, and infinite joy
I took to see you passing by?
So well content, so sweetly bent
To pleasing every want of sight,
To yielding this and that delight,
And making everything, she took,
A present for me, in her look.

2. The Seasons – Summer

       by James Thomson

O Summer! how I love thy cheerful face,
When with thy warm rays gazing on me long
I mark the wand’ring rivulets fleet by,
And fondly thin the beauties of their wat’ry maze.

Thy wish: I grant it; be the charmer thine
Not only this, but every gift of mine;
And say—Oh! grant me in thy love a place;
My dear, my joy, my love, and bliss;
I think of nothing else but this;
I neither care for grace nor face
For ought, but only thee.
Happy to sit with thee, I care
For nothing else, and shall declare
That I can willingly, and dare
To quit, or keep thee.

3. The Seasons – Autumn

       by James Thomson

Soft twilight’s modest tincture; richly sheds
A gilded gleam here over mountain-heads;
A little rule, a little sway,
A sunbeam in a winter’s day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.
And sev’ral ghostly walks there are,
Where souls that once were mighty are.
One may to parks and palaces repair,
And break up the brown fallows and the plain;
Or one to towns and cities may repair,
And rent the sweets of mead and plain.
One may see wolds and woods, and farms
And hilly plains and vales around
Like nations on their native grounds,
In their thousands at a time.

4. The Seasons – Winter

       by James Thomson

Now to the ragged rock and hoary caves,
To rush in quick and quiv’ring shocks of rays;
The other leaves the sky so bright and plain
That we, by this (that still to the south remains)
May see a second day, and be
As much above the snow as I was under thee.
The first-born Crystal frets within my heart,
And calls her fellow-dart;
But to what place her flight will steer, I cannot tell.
I yet the error of the wind and weather wait,
And still long to play my part,
To err again, to wander once again,
To find the state I once had been.

5. Seasons: Summer

       by John Clare

The loud winds rise, the angry dark
Mingles the seas, and waves the sky;
The Summer darkens like a dream,
And scents the trees, and smells the sea,
And feels the breeze, and hears the lea;
The lighted air and hurrying rain
Of the rough night in one fall reign.

6. The Seasons – Spring

       by John Clare

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

7. Seasons: Autumn

       by John Clare

Autumn is come; a dewy freshness fills
The silent wood, and meadows newly mown,
The white river-mist is slowly curling
On the billows, and the forest made
Slow circles the big gloom among.
The main is now full of fish,
The honey of the bees is gathering in every bow’r;
Here on the trees I lean, the grassy bank
And take my noon-tide pipe among the reeds.

8. The Four Seasons – Spring

       by James Thomson

Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn,
Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn;
Amidst thy bowers the tyrant’s hand is seen,
And desolation saddens all thy green:
One only master grasps the whole domain,
And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.

Awaked from sleep, and rising up, she goes,
Gently as dews on melting roses.
There every look, and every line,
And thought is now inspired,
The goddesses, in accents fine,
By all her charms are fired.

9. The Four Seasons – Summer

       by James Thomson

But who is he? that yonder on the lawn
Invites me to this desart waste to trace,
And by a joyful air and gait,
In equal motion all the day,
Joys now to sport, and now to bait.

And, when the storm, that blinds and chills the air,
So long, to free himself he lifts his eyes.
The bounty of the gracious earth
And fragrant, flow’ry field.
An atmosphere as fresh and pure as May
Shall cause his heart to sing, and stay
His thirsty steed in light, and now renew.
And let him prove, by pains and diligence
The plenty of her golden months.

10. The Four Seasons – Autumn

       by James Thomson

A smiling dew’d blue turban could not hide
The sunny glory of his countenance;
For even upon the hottest days, the skies
In what she does is all so bright,
That by comparison she casts
A magic that amazement lends
The rose upon the bush,

And there, by turns, as each assailant fell,
He call’d them back with many a revving tone,
And link’d a chain of cannon round the summit,
Struggles and runs to gain the mount
For a dire clash thereon to come.
As if he would break out, he shone
And his fury cast him on the sea.

Inspirational Poems about the Seasons

Find inspiration in the ever-changing beauty of the seasons with poems that uplift and encourage. These inspirational poems about seasons celebrate the transformative power of nature’s cycles.

1. The Four Seasons – Winter

       by James Thomson

Here the wintry north
Had now begun to breathe upon the plain,
Oft reverend with the snow of eighty years.

In a mariner’s skiff, the silver brook
Like a main river came, and his stream
As clear and bright, shone through the opening ice.
How gently this time sets on down the road,
And through the twilight, which is still,
And over there, at the wayside, lie
Leaves. His course through all is sharp and pure,
And every drop above, he keeps,

2. The Seasons – Spring

       by John Clare

The years seem still;
But on his path the birds seem on the wing
And all the waters of the spring.

Life cannot last: all things must haste away,
From beauty to decay,
From beauty’s spring to fade, and from decay
To new decay, fresh spring, and
From spring to slow decay, and there an end;
The end in view, with careful heed.

3. The Four Seasons – Summer

       by John Clare

Wandering over the lea
While the little birds sing
And making out a portion
For the lady and her ring.

What can the hour, with flower’d bright and sweet,
Tell of the joy and happiness complete?
The little birds all in the woods,
Made vocal by their voices, make their mirth
On the warm and balmy air.
Like theirs, to some long deep daisies in the way
Their little flowers, and their perfume rare.

4. Four Seasons: Autumn

       by John Clare

The last gray gleam of day is in the west,
The shadows are o’er the main,
The boat is chafing at the pierhead,
And its cables in the harbor.
The night is wet, and wild, and the stormy
Wind gives us a night of dreaming in the town.

5. The Winter’s Spring

       by John Clare

The Kingfisher looks wise,
Ruffled by the chilling breeze;
But other forms in the lonely skies
Are like a pleasant dream that ends
In the morning with a fresh surprise.

6. The Seasons – Spring

       by William Blake

While the ploughman, near at hand,
Whistles o’er the furrow’d land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
And the mower whets his scythe,
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.

7. Four Seasons: Spring

       by Christina Rossetti

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground.
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox, or wild hyæna, calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan—
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.

8. Spring and Fall: To a Young Child

       by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you say,
Leave earth and air and turn to clay?
But they shall come again next year,
And that’s the comfort of the year.

As the trees grow older
The leaves get thinner,
The branches grow smaller,
The heart grows colder.
But the sap is still rising,
And the buds are still swelling.
There is always hope for new beginnings.

9. The First Spring Morning

       by Philip Larkin

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of all times, in the cool breeze,
The blackbirds sing from the tall trees,
And limes are heavy with their scent
As if the world were innocent.

Though the world is never innocent,
The spring is a time of new beginnings,
A time to hope for the best.
The blackbirds sing, and the limes are heavy with scent,
And the cherry tree is hung with bloom.
It is a time to be alive.

10. Summer Is Coming

       by William Carlos Williams

Summer is coming,
The flowers are blooming,
The birds are singing.

The sun is shining,
The days are getting longer,
The nights are getting warmer.

Summer is coming,
And I am ready for it.

11. Summer Afternoon

       by Mary Oliver

I listen to the wind in the trees.
I listen to the birds singing.
I listen to the insects buzzing.

I feel the sun on my skin.
I feel the warmth of the air.
I feel the peace of the moment.

This is a summer afternoon,
And I am grateful for it.

12. Autumn

       by William Wordsworth

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d field of ripen’d corn
Or where rich orchard glows with fruit burnish’d,
Or on a hill top green, sits watching high,
While Autumn, nodding o’er the yellow plain
Waves his gold wand, and in the sun’s decline
Fades soft away, and melts into the sky.

13. September

       by Christina Rossetti

Goldenrod and asters,
And leaves a-turning yellow,
September air,
And summer’s mellow.

The days are crisp and sunny,
The nights are cool and clear,
September’s a lovely month,
The end of the summer’s year.

14. Winter Landscape

       by William Carlos Williams

The cold has come again.

The trees are bare,
The ground is white,
The sky is gray.

But in the distance,
There is a light.

It is the light of hope.

15. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

       by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

The little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Poems about the Seasons That Rhyme

Enjoy the rhythmic charm of rhyming verses in poems dedicated to the seasons. These carefully crafted poems about seasons with rhyme capture the essence of each season with eloquence and rhyme.

1. Spring

       by Christina Rossetti

I cannot tell you how it was,
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and sunny day
When May was young; ah, pleasant May!

2. Spring

       by William Blake

Sound the flute!
Now it’s mute!
Birds delight
Day and night;
In the dale,
Lark in sky,
Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.

3. Summer

       by Christina Rossetti

Winter is cold-hearted,
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weathercock
Blown every way.

4. Autumn

       by John Clare

The zephyrs seem to vanish,
The sun is warm and shy.
And as you thought to touch him,
He hides his face and gives a fly.

5. Autumn

       by William Blake

O, winter’s rain! and he shall follow me,
Out at last into the lights of Spring;
May never rain-fall, rain the same;
There would, if when he could not come,
Such a thing,
Be some sort of thing for him to do.

6. Winter

       by Christina Rossetti

Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter,
Long ago.

7. Spring

       by William Wordsworth

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

Poems about the Seasons Changing

Reflect on the beauty of seasonal change with poems that depict the transition from one season to another. These poems about seasons changing offer a poignant perspective on the flow of time.

1. Spring

       by Christina Rossetti

I plucked some sprigs of heath, and took
The honey’d heaviness of sleep;
In the hive-cells of their nook,
Spite of a day so chill and deep.

2. A Witness in the Seasons

       by Emily Dickinson

A witness in the Seasons
That we are here
Discloses in the Storied Saints
The bells of Milton bears.

3. Autumn Leaves

       by John Burroughs

Upon this great round, black earth
We sail through space,
And those little leaves in mid-air there
Seem no less wondrous.

4. Winter Morning

       by Robert Hayden

Last night
by trees
by white and shining trees
by the winter’s silver bright
you were a chill man.

5. Spring and Fall

       by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

6. In the Spring

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

When leaves and flowers are near,
As the wind, and the sea, and the sky.

7. Spring

       by Christina Rossetti

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back

8. The Snow Man

       by Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

9. Spring, the Sweet Spring

       by Thomas Nashe

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet spring!

10. Winter

       by Christina Rossetti

Frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
In the heart of heaven is spring;
To be more than common things.
And the life springs like a paradise.

11. The Scribe in the Woods

       by Robert Frost

Woodworking in the woodshop by the stream
The scribe looks down to meet the morning light,
As among the sands, he turns again.
And he lays his pen aside, and writes no more,
In a certain silent age, where death and lust
And sin so far have not been known.

12. Autumn Fires

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

In the other gardens
And all up in the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

13. The Sun Rising

       by John Donne

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?

Poems about the Seasons of Life

Explore the parallels between nature’s seasons and the seasons of life through thematic poems. These poems about seasons of life invite reflection on the cyclical nature of human existence.

1. To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

       by Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

2. The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,

3. Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

       by William Wordsworth

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,

4. The Road not Taken

       by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could

5. The Four Ages of Man

       by Anne Bradstreet

All-in a hot and copper sky
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

6. When I Am Old

       by Jenny Joseph

When I am old, I shall wear purple,
With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.

7. The Seasons of My Life

       by Anonymous

The seasons of my life have passed, the winter’s been and gone,
And left the white snows on the ground to wither and to moan.
But summer comes with sunny smile, and roses bloom anew,
And all my youth comes back to me in everything I do.

8. Youth

       by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

‘Tis strange, yet true; for truth is always strange,
Stranger than fiction; if it could be told,
How much would novels gain by the exchange!
How differently the world would men behold!

9. Youth

       by Samuel Ullman

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind;
it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple
knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the
imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness
of the deep springs of life.

10. The Passing of Youth

       by Robert Herrick

E’er since to serve thine eyes
I did the sun and moon despise,
And in all constancy
Of that thou lik’st, did sit with thee,
I in this thought would stand
The never-changing weather:
The space of heart and hand
I bid to be together.

11. Time, You Old Gipsy Man

       by Ralph Hodgson

Time, you old gipsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?

12. I Am Half-Sick of Shadows

       by Alfred Lord Tennyson

I am half-sick of shadows, said
The Lady of Shalott.

13. The Ages of Youth

       by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.”

14. The House by the Side of the Road

       by Sam Walter Foss

Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.

Final Thoughts

The changing of seasons, a perpetual symphony of nature, finds its voice in poetry.

Each verse celebrates the ever-turning wheel of time, offering inspiration, laughter, and reflection.

The beauty of nature’s cycles serves as a reminder of the harmony in our world, a harmony that poets have celebrated for centuries.

Join us in celebrating the beauty of words and the mesmerizing beauty of nature’s seasons through the art of poems about the seasons.

Let the seasons’ endless dance continue to inspire and captivate.

Please leave your thoughts on these seasons poems below. Thank you.

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