Winter
The crisp feel in the air reminds me,
That soon, the leaves will fall.
The clear Sapphire sky tells me,
Of the snow about to fall.
From the amber sun, I see
The light quickly leaving me.
The geese moving from the ponds,
Toward much better grounds.
The chirp of birds calling to home,
A place most of them will leave.
While I stare at the trees,
I spot lots of colors from their leaves.
I see the squirrels climbing branches,
Looking for nuts to store for winter.
I remember the bitter cold,
That comes with the season called Winter.
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Hello!
Here is another poem one that is about a season. If you want some about the other seasons comment below and I'll try!
Thanks,
B. Whetstone
