Best Seasonssleep Poems
coming coming coming
to winterize
old jack frost
with sleepy eyes
a draft, a chill, a cold cold breeze
enough to make the strongest sneeze
slowly slowly slowly
they freeze
the rain, water, wind and knee's
stiffening already fallen leaves
brittle they crumble with ease
staying staying staying
for a while
old jack frost till he tires
give the tree's and ground a rest
let them sleep and sleep there best
gone gone gone
our paradise
our summers green into wintery scene
no more swimming but skating the fad
there's still so much fun to be had