Poems

Season to Season

Winter is frosty: it reddens my nose. When I crunch through the snow, the cold nibbles my toes. The whole world is frozen when jack Frost is king; My body just shivers and wishes for Spring.

The sun's getting warmer; the ice melts away. The days just get longer from March until May. The rain makes the buds pop; the green grass is here. And one of the best things is summer is near.

Hooray for summer! The season I like; I get to wear shorts while I'm riding my bike. On hot days we slurp on cold drinks to cool down. And hope the autumn won't turn the world brown.

In Fall it turns colder; the winds start to blow. The trees are all orange and reddish and gold. In jackets we jump in leaf piles so deep. The plants are all yawning, ready for sleep.

By Deb Colvin-MacDormand