Autumn leaves are falling,
whirling spiraling down.
Only to be tugged by wind,
before they touch the ground.
Trees are explosions of color
Everyday shorter than the last,
Summer is only a memory,
The warm sun dwells in the past
Apples are red and glossy,
Pie a welcoming sight,
As thanksgiving draws near,
The first frost comes in the night.
A fine layer of frost coats the world.
Then, a blanket of white.
As the temperature drops,
Comes the fear of frostbite.
The wintry world is iridescent
icicles sparkle like jewels.
Children march in from the cold,
leaving snow melting in pools
icicles drip in the sun
snow becomes slush once again
Instead of snow comes rain,
Spring has come, amen.
New growths start to appear,
turning the world to green.
Another shower approaches,
washing everything clean.
Flowers open in the sun
soaking up the light.
Only closing their petals,
at the touch of night.
Soon the petals fall away,
death by summer's heat.
They live only for as long,
as a dieing heart can beat.
Summer's blistering heat,
drives all to the shade.
Waiting for the rains,
but spring has faded away.
The dry, unmoving air,
lacks moisture's relief.
a cooling breeze is welcomed
but alas, it is only brief.
The dog days of summer,
last only for a while.
Like the seasons' progression,
an adult grows from a child.
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