Four Seasons
Cold air of winter.
Trees with no leaves.
The snowflakes softly falling.
Nights by crackling fire.
Time of new birth.
Gentle breeze is blowing.
Sweet smelling flowers blooming.
A sunny Spring day.
Days by the ocean.
Delicious smell of barbecue.
Children lick their popsicles.
Summer sun is shining.
Leaves start to fall.
The air turns crisp.
The days turn short.
Autumn is upon us.
Copyright © Jennifer Hartley | Year Posted 2024
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