Wednesday, November 9, 2016

The Seasons--By Joyce I. Johnson--United States

The Seasons

Spring arrived with warmer days
And newness everywhere.
Fruit trees were donning springtime dress,
The apple, plum and pear.

Spring got just nicely settled in
When Summer moved her on.
Summer brought the sun in hotter mode
To assure that Spring was gone.

Fall toppled Summer from her throne
With her strong winds cold and brash.
Summer packed her bags and waved goodbye,
Cold winds give her a rash.

Winter had waited patiently
For the others to have their due.
With winter games and holidays,
She made a statement too.

Joyce I. Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 98th birthday in July of 2016.


  1. Dear Joyce,
    Thank you for "The Seasons." Even though much about seasonal changes precedes your poem, it is a distinct pleasure to read yet a new take on this timeless subject. Your rhyme-scheme is delightful.

  2. I like the rich imagery and the musicality conveyed through the lines of this lovely poem!