Paul White Poet Free verse

A Year

First comes the spring
With lamb's that prance.

Then yellow daffodils
In the breeze they dance.

Then comes the summer
With apples on the tree
And soft golden corn
That grows past your knees 

Then comes the autumn 
With brown leaves in the trees
And birds fly away 
To lands across seas 

Then comes the winter 
With ground of soft white snow
And the start of a new year 
The old one must go.

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