Nature and the Seasons 

Poet Diane Kemp invites you to share the emotions of her poetry, from pain to triumph, from heartbreak to joy, from fear to promise....

Nature and the Seasons                      Click here to print the poems in this category
Silk Purse Poems by Diane Kemb, a collection of poetry for you to enjoy! Spring Showers
Sweet Innocent
Nipissing Mystery
New Sponge
Takaka Falls (B.C.)
Lake Louise
Lake Nipissing
The Road to Lynx Lake
Coming Spring
Muskoka Morning
Lynx Lake
Autumn Prelude
November
Dawn’s Poem
September Morning
July
Waiting August
   

SPRING SHOWER

The air is gently graying

Birds call the rain

Grass reaches up

Trees gently wave.


The wind sighs

A screen door rattles nervously

Curtains billow

And the first drop plops upon the pavement

April 73
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SWEET INNOCENT

Soft sapling greens and yellows

Blue sky

Mirrors a robin’s egg

Billowing springtime clouds

And buffing breezes.

Spirit soaring

With expectation

Vibrant muscles ready for the challenge

Dear God

Let fate be kind

May 73
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NIPISSING MYSTERY

Insane

     namesake of the cold northern moon

                  Wailing the depths

                                    of mystery

                          Distant epochs

                                    beyond man’s ken

To the virginal tangled underbrush

               Where brooding mate

                      Attends and echoes

   Down the centuries of evolution

       Call

           call

               call

                   and echoing call

Til’ the

Mesmerized moon

Shivers.


Diane Kemp
Jan 74
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NEW SPONGE


Smell

      of a distant shore

Salt, seaweed, sodden wood


         Washed by constant tides

  Upon a pebbled beach.


Screaming, sweeping gulls

  Aflight at drizzle’s edge,

       As I print

My search

            Among the treasures

        Of the shore.

Feb 74
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TAKAKA FALLS

Takaka River proudly throws

                             her foaming water

                                                   out

                                           over the precipice

                             for the admiring sun

Then lets it drop

Thundering

         onto a rocky outcrop

           to bounce again

                               high

                             into the sunlight

Exploding white blossoming clouds

   of spray

and smoky mist.


The cliff face sweats

Straining to hold the avalanche

                            and tiny rivulets race along

            unable to keep up

June 74
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LAKE LOUISE

Flashing bright to black

                        in turquoise moods

Grandeur sends her arboreal army

                   marching on the hills

Intent upon the heights of rock still bare

         And all around the mountain giants preen

     Their massive ridg’d cliff faces

Spilling gravel to their feet

Amid the tenuous junipers

While further down the lake in valley crags

The silent, sun caught glaciers wait

                                their narcissistic spring.

June 74
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LAKE NIPISSING

Nipissing is always blue and grey

Rocks and reeds and crying gulls

And drizzle.


I’ve heard of late September evenings

Swept with flickering colour,

Of summer smiling in the waves

In cool and quiet reaches

Where silver pickerel

Laze the afternoon.

I’ve heard that otters slide along the bank

Beyond the white birch copse

And brilliant blue jays scream at breakfast

As busy tugs shunt logs across the lake.


But Nipissing

Was always blue and grey

When I was there

Sept. 74
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THE ROAD TO LYNX LAKE

Slanted maple trees in uniforms

                              of green and grey

                                       press

            struggling up the hill

Beside an open wound

                   of earth and stone


And on the heights

The older trees with waving arms

                     Entreat

            The strugglers on

    Promising honors yet to come

When watched with awe

                     They’ll troop

                             The regimental colours, scarlet

            Gold and green

Across the autumn hills.

May 75
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COMING SPRING

Magnolias swell

Voluptuous buds and daffodils incline

Their heads

Forsythia fires blaze and grass

Is thick and damp.


Now a month’s fecundity

Calls forth the cherry tree’s white veil

The apple blossom’s blush

And combs the heady breeze of spring

Laden sweet with pollen.


Pressed against the earth she feels

The overwhelming wonderment

The loneliness

That knows this springtide month

Has passed her by.

May 75
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MUSKOKA MORNING

The day began uncertain

Grey clouds and water pondering each

                                                      other

                  The clouds held back the morning sun

           Weighing all the options

Brooding thoughts of rain.


                         But now

                               The lake is rippling

The clouds are stretching high and thin.

                       Embarrassed with her tardiness

The sun is busy drawing up

                           the moisture from the grass

    To make another

                       gorgeous day.

June 75
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LYNX LAKE

My canvas
          can be any scrap of paper
For I’m the one
                     that paints with words.

Today
   I’ll lay a wash of early May
                    upon a lake
        That’s silent with the sound of loons
  I’ll set white threads of birch
                                 along the shore
          Amid the spikes of pine


And wash a haze of early green
                             across the hills
     That fade to distant blue.

June 75
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AUTUMN PRELUDE


The deepening summer

                             etches

      shadow patches in the trees

Squirrels watch and frogs are stilled.

     Now the quiet,

          Now soft and soughing breezes

                          whisper on the hills

       Humming a velvet prelude

                                             To fall’s fantasia

                      When woodwinds breathe in bronze

                              and orange vibrance

             Cellos surge in saffron sweeps and cymbals

Crash

     In reds that rend the hills.

August 76
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NOVEMBER

Autumn colours faded

To November’s peace in browns

And greys

That settle on the hills,

Subtle shadings of a year at rest.


Pallid yellows

Hold the day’s brief sun

Of memories in meditation

Awaiting

Winter’s sleep.

Nov. 76
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DAWN’S POEM


High

    above the river

Upstream over Mallorytown

                               a line of geese

    flies penciled in the sky

              Against the thin stretched April clouds.

     Suspended in the shifting wind

The struggling line

                      takes voice

            And calls the sound of northern muskeg,

       rivers thick with reeds

Cool summer’s banquet on the flats

      of Hudson’s Bay

‘Til overhead

      the many throated echo of Precambrian wilds

In powered raucous flight

      pounds rhythms of sedition

On the drumhead

     of my Saxon constancy.

April 78
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SEPTEMBER MORNING

Autumn’s truest days

Are wet and warm

With mist along the morning lowlands

lush with fruit

Among the dying weeds.


A noontime sun can burn the mist

But now

The morning talks of winter

And I must drink

The muted colours on the hills

Before I put away the summer

For another year.

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JULY

Capricious springtime’s

Urgent blossomed hues

Lie remnant

After June’s

Lush summer storms,

Green silver

Shades of certainty

Embrace a sated vibrancy;

The sun is high,

The breeze is warm

And earth’s abundance swells.

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WAITING AUGUST

A chain saw whines staccato

                       in the woods

    The breeze is nervous

Across the lake black, silent stands

                                   of pine

    Gather the last of August’s sleep

               Before the autumn marches

         Down from Baffin Island

In triumph

         Keeping the woods awake

                              at night

    With call of geese

                         And shivering

                 Northern

                       lights

Aug . 75
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