A cold white blanket,
Is flashed in my face as I,
Go to gather warmth.
***
Birds chirp ideally,
And flowers sprout up as I,
Bask in the sunlight.
***
A heat wave is near,
And we sweat our warm clothes off,
While cicadas sing,
***
Leaves once green turned brown,
Yellows and reds are littered,
To soon strip the trees.
