Poems about seasons vividly portray the ever-changing beauty of nature’s cycles. These verses may capture spring’s renewal and rebirth, summer’s warmth and vibrancy, the melancholy of autumn’s fading hues, and the stillness and introspection of winter.
Beyond the physical changes in the environment, these poems often draw parallels to the seasons of human life, with each phase offering unique lessons and opportunities for growth. They invite readers to embrace the fleeting nature of existence, finding beauty in the transient nature of time and the perpetual cycle of life.
‘My Garden — like the Beach’ by Emily Dickinson is a beautiful, short poem. It compares the speaker’s garden to the beach and the summer to the sea. Read the full poem, with a complete analysis.
My Garden—like the Beach—
Denotes there be—a Sea—
That's Summer—
‘The Snow is Melting’ is a playful and moving haiku that captures the essence of Issa’s poetic beliefs and values.
The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.
‘The Flock’ is a poem that meditates on the cyclical nature of time and the passage of the seasons. Through vivid imagery and a somber tone, the poet reflects on the inevitability of winter’s end, the unchanging nature of the world, and his own place within this cycle of time.
The grip of winter tightening, its thinned
volleys of blue-wing teal and mallard fly
from the longbows of reeds bent by the wind,
arrows of yearning for our different sky.
‘October’ by Linda Pastan captures autumn’s fleeting beauty, symbolizing change, time’s passage, and our deep connection to nature.
How suddenly
the woods
have turned
again. I feel
‘January’ by Linda Pastan reflects on winter’s harshness, symbolizing life’s tough periods. The trees endure, reminding us to stay patient. As seasons shift, so do life’s challenges.
Contorted by wind,
mere armatures for ice or snow,
the trees resolve
to endure for now,
‘To Winter’ by William Blake depicts the horror that the coming winter season can bring along with its devastation. There is nothing one can do to stop it, the poet admits.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
‘Sumer is icumen in’ is a song written in the Wessex dialect of Middle English. The brilliance of the composition lies in the use of a refrain that resonates with the consecutive cooing of the Cuckoo.
Summer has arrived,
Loudly sing, cuckoo!
The seed is growing
And the meadow is blooming,
‘The Key-Note’ by Christina Rossetti speaks about the dark winter season and how hope and perseverance are required to get through it.
Where are the songs I used to know,
Where are the notes I used to sing?
I have forgotten everything
I used to know so long ago;
‘To Spring’ by William Blake is a thought-provoking and beautiful poem that celebrates Spring. The poet uses repeated examples of personification and figurative language in order to describe the season.
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!
Kilmer’s ‘Trees’ marvels at nature’s beauty, declaring trees as divine art surpassing human creation, in simple yet profound couplets.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
‘As imperceptibly as grief’ by Emily Dickinson analyzes grief. The poet compares it to the passing away of the summer.
As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—
‘To Autumn’ by William Blake is a simple, evocative poem about the joys, colors, and emotions of the autumn season.
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
Linda Pastan’s poem captures the delicate beauty of spring, urging us to embrace fleeting moments of nature’s renewal.
In the pastel blur
of the garden,
the cherry
and redbud
Louise Glück’s ‘Summer’ reflects on love’s evolution, from passion to quiet acceptance, using nature to mirror these changes through the seasons.
Remember the days of our first happiness,
how strong we were, how dazed by passion,
lying all day, then all night in the narrow bed,
sleeping there, eating there too: it was summer,
Linda Pastan’s ‘December’ captures winter’s quiet beauty, life’s fleeting moments, and the hope of renewal, like snow melting into new beginnings.
The white dove of winter
sheds its first
fine feathers;
they melt