I stare out my window at the first buds of spring,
purple and pink and red.
I stare out my window at the summer sky,
bright and hot and gold.
I stare out my window as the leaves all fall,
dancing and twirling in swirls.
I stare out my window at the first winter snow,
as frost clings to the glass.
*not my best poetry but I needed something to write*
2 comments:
Nice!
Aren't you so glad we live where where there are four seasons, instead of someplace like Florida, where it's just summer all the time??
Can't WAIT for snow. And, most importantly, snow days-
I like this poem. I like how you included all four seasons. you have a lot of imageries.
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