December Finds Himself Again a Child

 

A calendar poem for December:

 

December finds himself again a child
Even as he undergoes his age.
Cold and early darkness now descend,
Embracing sanctuaries of delight.
More and more he stares into the night,
Becoming less and less concerned with ends,
Emblem of the innocent as sage
Restored to wonder by what he must yield.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Please. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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October Is Self-Confident and Strong

 

A calendar poem for October:

 

October is self-confident and strong,
Crisp and ready for the captious wind.
Though life lies less ahead and more behind,
Old age can barely peek through well-clad bones.
Beauty so outrageous can't be wrong,
Even as death steals among the stones,
Resting where the leaves lie battered, blind.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Chords of Harmony. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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September Lingers in the Arms of Love

 

A calendar poem for September:

 

September lingers in the arms of love
Even as a certain crispness calls.
Perhaps some fear she's not yet conscious of
Takes messages as she slows down and stalls,
Embracing joys that soon must be entombed.
More frequently, she starts to feel marooned.
Business bustles busily with tasks,
Each answering more questions than it asks,
Reminding her how life can be consumed.

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Elegy. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI.

 

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/septem.html. For more calendar poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/calendarpoems.html .

August

 

A calendar poem for August:

 

August starts to shade a bit towards shade,
Upon the cusp of full tide and retreat,
Grace, poised upon a turning point of time,
Unwilling to welcome what it can't decline,
Sweet season no foreboding can defeat.
Though evenings earlier begin to fade.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Please. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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July

 

A calendar poem for July:

 

July lies lazy, like a muddy river
Unconscious of its slow slide to the sea.
Life seems like it just goes on forever,
Yet deeper currents know it cannot be.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Allégro. By Emmit Fenn. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/july.html. For more calendar poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/calendarpoems.html .

June

 

A calendar poem for June:

 

June is promise bent on a reward,
Unsparing in his self-inflicted vow,
Not knowing that the golden time is now,
Ever the bright dream he struggles toward.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Borderless. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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May

 A calendar poem for May:

 

May is innocent and hot to breed,
Alternately chaste and ruled by need,
Yielding to the wisdom of her seed.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Chords of Harmony. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI

 

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/may.html. For more calendar poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/calendarpoems.html .

April

 

A calendar poem for April:

 

April is quite conscious of his beauty,
Poised to sing a more idyllic song.
Regrettably, he sometimes gets it wrong
In coming on delayed a bit too long,
Losing all sense of his springtime duty.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Dancing Star. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.

 

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March Marches to the Beat of Her Own Drum

 

A calendar poem for March:

 

March marches to the beat of her own drum,
Angry in the way of eager youth,
Rebelling against the adult she’ll become,
Challenging the too-long-frozen truth.
How beautiful, though raucous and uncouth!

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Buccaneer’s March. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI

 

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February Knows His Fortune Well

 

A calendar poem for February:

 

February knows his fortune well,
Even in the bitterness of dawn
Breaking in the coldest hour of hell,
Revealing but the worst that must be borne.
Underneath the ice the passions sleep
Ablaze with all the beauty of their burning,
Rendering a richness that will keep
Yet warm within the cavern of his yearning.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Allégro. By Emmit Fenn. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI

 

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/februa.html. For more calendar poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/calendarpoems.html .

January Waits, Unsentimental

 A calendar poem for January:

 

January waits, unsentimental,
Again born into beauty, cruel and kind.
Nor cold nor darkness fools the wily child,
Unweeping in a brutal wind and wild,
As the Earth turns passionless and blind.
Rejoicing in her birth, she dons the mantle,
Yearning to recall what lies behind.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: A Revelation. By Jeremy Blake. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI.

 

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/januar.html. For more calendar poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/calendarpoems.html .

Poem of the Week

March 22, 2012 #677

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Spring.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Spring surprises us, no matter how
Prepared we are to revel in its bloom,
Returning far too late yet far too soon,
Instantly from bud to blossoming bough.
Nor does it wait for us to take it in,
Gone to green before it well has been.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

January 26, 2012 #669

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Winter.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Winter wills white whispers into being,
Into frigid air white dancing death,
Needles that can take away one's breath,
Thick, soft flakes preventing one from fleeing,
Ending briefly in bright drifted hills,
Returning with the churning chaff that kills.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

September 22, 2011 #652

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for autumn.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Autumn sheds its brilliant tears,
Undone by darkness, wind, and cold,
Then turns the tears to leafmeal so
Ultimately trees can grow.
Meanwhile, in naked wood and wold,
None can hide as winter nears.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

June 23, 2011 #639

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Summer.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."

You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Summer lies luxuriant
Underneath a brutal sun.
Mayhem rules the tranquil scene,
Murder nothing can redeem,
Even as days slowly run,
Rich, well-favored, indolent.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

March 24, 2011 #626

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Spring.
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You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."

You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Spring springs out singing from the womb,
Passionate and prodigal,
Returning in a blaze of bliss,
Improvident, impetuous,
Neighbor's backyard canticle,
Grace bursting grandly into bloom!

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

January 20, 2011 #617

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Winter.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."

You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Winter is the world's long sleep,
In which the soil gets its rest,
Naked 'neath its blanket white,
Tucked in for the frigid night,
Earth by bitter north wind blessed,
Restored to life by slumber deep.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

March 26, 2009 #525

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for the beginning of spring.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week." You can also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.

You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

So have we survived another winter!
Pleasure once again comes out to play.
Remember when our days were dark and bitter?
In a few short weeks, warm winds have had their way,
Nestling into hollows where there lay,
Gripped by cold, winter's last white litter.

© by Nicholas Gordon