Looking For Summer.. Poem by Connetta Jean

Something told me to go
to the field on the hill...
to make sure that summer
was all silent and still.
I was searching for something
in the weeds tall and brown
but sighns of summer
could not to be found..
Autumn had fallen
and jack Frost made sure
He finished off summer
(he got rid of her) ...'
So i sat on the hillside
just watching the trees..
they seemed to dance naked
as they swayed in the breeze..
and i know it sounds crazy
but i swear that it's no lie..
I thought heard Mother Nature
telling Autumn goodbye.
then she whisperd softly
to snow flakes in the sky....
As if she was telling
Old man Winter hi..
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