Some colorful leaves now float in the breeze
escaping in flight from late Autumn freeze.
Among the bare trees is wintery snow,
with blustering winds beginning to blow.
The footsteps of Winter fill us with dread;
we’d much rather paint the Autumn instead.
With colors of yellow, rust and deep red,
the forests become a colorful bed.
Since snow has arrived, there’s white on the ground.
The winds start to whip and smother all sound.
The robins no longer chirp in the trees.
They’ve headed down south to higher degrees.
We’ll bask in the warmth and watch through the grate,
and know that the winter holds the spring’s fate.
We watch from the frosty windows inside,
the joys and the sorrows winters provide.
But, soon we decide to venture outside,
to see for ourselves that autumn has died.
Appearing in Spring are blossoms and fruits
that sprang from inside their underground roots.
The other day saw the ice form a crack.
We’ll soon be observing birds coming back.
First come the robins with eggs royal blue.
Attractive new flowers spring forth anew.
The worms will make robins stick out their tongues.
So full of good cheer, they trill with their lungs.
To catch all the worms they dance to and fro,
while veggies and fruits are starting to grow.
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