Winter's coming
Everywhere it's snowing;
Santa Claus is back
With his heavy sack.
Summer's scenting;
We're playing;
Mama's cooking,
So we're picnicking.
Spring is blooming;
Children are swimming.
The sun smiles
and the flowers smile,
reaching out for miles.
Autumn's drying;
Hallowe'en's coming;
"Trick or treat?"
The sweets are for you to eat!
A/N: This is a poem I wrote about the seasons. Enjoy!
By HasiVA
29th July 2009
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PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. None of them are arranged in any particular order, but the dates are recorded, so I would advice considering my age when I wrote these. Enjoy! =D