Seasons of Me
Spring still knows me
Out, about and carefree,
Wandering a flower bed
Nurturing the blooms ahead
Summer does not see
Very much of me,
Hiding behind the shades
Until the heat fades
Autumn knows me well
Standing where leaves fell,
Kicking them all around
Wherever I am found
Winter, too, will see
Little more of me,
Crunching on icy flakes
A million smiles makes.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2024
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