Pretty colors in the trees
Orange, yellow, browns and greens
So many colors that are seen
Such a beauty, I only see in my dreams
Falling leaves hit the ground
Floating freely, don’t make a sound
Breezes blow, through the trees
Pollen fly’s and makes you sneeze.
All the leaves on the ground, Winters next stop
Cold air constant as winds blow, temperatures drop
Black ice on the black top
Huge icicles hanging from homes
Igloo forts in the shape of domes
Snow melts seasons change again
Want to be warm, just waiting for weatherman to say when
Here comes Spring, animals wake from their sleep
Standing on the mountainside are the sheep
Seasons changing with color of the leaves
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BEAUTIFUL POEM ANGEL ~ Every season has its beauty and its compensations and is essential in God's natural annual cycle ! In the UK & the US Autumn has a visual beauty (New England & the Aspens in Colorado) to compensate for the drop in temperature and pr prepare us psychologically for Winter and the treasures of the snow ~ which paints the drabness and blackness of the rural and urban landscape on pristine virginal whiteness ~ awesome.also there are lots of parties and festivities in Winter. Snowdrops begin to peep and we know Spring is here followed by the lazy ~ hazy ~ crazy days of Summer. I love our Planet and its ubiquitous Seasons ~ Thanks for reminding ~ Love BRIAN. Please check my latest poem ~ TOGETHERNESS ~ THANKS B.
Thank you Brian you are so descriptive and make me feel like I wrote a good poem. Thank you again
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