Seasons
Winter is a blanket,
tucking in the Earth.
Spring is a flower,
stretching toward the sky.
Summer is the grass,
swaying in the wind.
Fall is the breeze,
dancing through the air.
The seasons turn in circles,
forever spinning time.
-Alesia Leach © 5/2015
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2015
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