Season's Poem by JOY JOHNSON

Flowers spread out in fields of valleys
Blossoms of bloom bright colors blaze
Smells of scents replenish the systematic atmosphere
In this corner the winds blow breezy
It's a time between time days come than go
Sounds of life scream day and night
Birds gather adorning the showers
The time of the Season is Spring

Sunlight Sun bright Red rays hidden high
Heat waves shimmer across the dry hot desert skies
Reptiles crawling Bugs buzzing bright lights flash
Children run playing outside on the grass
It is a time within time days are long nights are hot
Lot's of fun and laughter wet water rides
Beaches are crowded folks all around dressed nearly nude
All of this is bonded by shadows of a Hot Summer Afternoon

Leaves are fallen Yellow, Red, Brown, Gold little Green
Old Mother Nature wind blown yelling an erie scream
Whirlwind gather from a corner winds whistling a chilly blow
It's a little bit darker days are short nights long
It is a time of the year Fall getting really cold
Noisy streets People flock rushing to make it back home
When you finish raking those leaves bag them up in a row

As the years comes to gather the Seasons come to a close
That's the part when Jack Frost comes out with the snow
Blizzards and Storms and Icy Cold days melted ice grounds
Where everyone is covered up an hidden from the town
Be still as we wait Mother Nature does her Job
We wait for the new Season to come then Winter be gone
Something hot is desirable tasty to the soul
Well we made it another year God bless the Season to come