Seasons

Winter

The wind is rushing by

The birds all disappear

And I cry out, “Winter has come.”

Spring

The snow is seeping through the ground

A child whispers softly

And the coldness is no longer here.

Summer

I hear the sound of splashing,

of swimming, fun and laughter

Everyone is singing because of

Summer days.

Autumn

The leaves are falling to the ground

The rakes come out from hiding

And people sit and wonder why

Summer went away.

Too much of the day goes on where people forget smiling makes it all better.

My feet stomp the sand of a beach I’ve never been to.

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1 Response to Seasons

  1. Hannah Johnson says:

    This poem was good as well. Although I couldn’t get into it because you had each season in the middle and then you started the lines again. I thought you described the seasons perfectly though.

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