The Seasons For Us To Enjoy Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

THE SNOW FLAKES THAT BLOW AROUND SO SOFTLY
BUT YET SO QUIETLY
BEFORE THERE READY TO TOUCH THE GROUND
AND THE RAIN THAT FALLS SO SWIFTLY
WHEN THUNDER SOUNDS
ECHOING HARD WHILE HITTING
THE GROUND
WHILE THE FLOWERS WHICH HIDE
UNDER THE GROUND
WAITING FOR SPRING TO
FINALLY COME AROUND
SO THEY CAN BLOOM FROM THE GROUND
AND THE LEAVES WHICH ARE CHANGING
THERE COLORS ALL AROUND
STARTED TO SPREAD OUT ON THE GROUND
AND WHILE WINTER COME AROUND
BRINGING THE FREEZING AIR
WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN
HOPING THAT SUMMER WILL SOON
COME BACK AROUND.