Matthew Kraft
Poems by Matthew Kraft : 6 / 9
Seasons
The cold
Never grows old.
The heat
Can’t be beat.
The fall
Tops them all.
The spring
Makes me sing.
The seasons never tire
When the next one coming is what I desire.
Matthew Kraft
Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Poems by Matthew Kraft : 6 / 9
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