Seasons
Bounding leaps with refreshing breeze
Rains to sprinkles and back again
Wanes to a warm grin
When the Sun smiles
I smile and say
Where ya been?
His smile brightens
As glistening peeks on my brow
Soon the withering shows forth
A smell of burnt wood and crisp leaves below my feet
Faster the days go
As I hear the winter whistle with fresh fallen snow.
April 5 2016
Copyright © Christy Teas | Year Posted 2016
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