Winter
It’s a beautiful winter day
Soft white snow covers the entirety of the New York streets
Children gleefully tossing the snow around
Adults trying not to get their shoes and pants wet
Cars are buried in this whiteness
Little snowflakes drift down from the sky
Kids catching the wet flakes on their tongues
Screaming with joy
Bikes whiz by
Trying not to be stopped by the blizzard of snow
Building up on the street
What a winter wonderland.
Spring
Spring
Blossoms on trees
Everything soaking up the nice rays of the gentle warm sun
Rain
Tumbles down, feeding the plants and soil
Flowers – daisies, lavenders, and more
Which are blooming after a long winter
People take nice strolls down the streets
Only sweaters on
A relief after those overcoats from winter
Temperatures go up
From freezing to hot
Animals, like hedgehogs and porcupines, wake up
From their long hibernation
Rub their eyes
Yawn
And enjoy the beginning of spring.
Summer
Summer
Eat popsicles and
Go away on vacation
… Maybe
Swimming is great in the summer
Trees’ buds bloom
Cherry blossoms shower and
A gentle breeze blows through it all
Kids are off at summer camp
Adults stroll by
Just don’t waste the summer working, grown-ups
Children laughing and playing with glee
Watching the sun give its rounds through the summer.
Fall
Last but not least
We have the fall
The summer’s over
The trees change
From green to red, orange, yellow, and brown
Some stay green
Fall, to top it all off
It gets chillier and more breezes blow
It’s a mix of summer and winter
Perfect time to sit back and enjoy the view
The swirling leaves
Dancing while tumbling toward the direction of the ground
Hurricanes of colors
Trying to say
“Summer’s over, let’s welcome winter.”
And then the four seasons of poetry
Begin all over again.
To top it all off
You’ve seen the four seasons of poetry
Summer, winter, fall, spring
You’ve seen it all
But one more thing
To top it all off –
Everyone has a favorite season and
That’s ok
But that’s no reason to
Say “I hate summer!” “Fall is boring.” “Winter’s too cold!” “Spring has too many breezes.”
Like every season for its own unique styles
Winter’s snow
Summer’s heat
Spring’s blossoms
Fall’s leaves
And like poetry too
It’s like a story
Split into many lines
Without much punctuation
It’s easy to write
When you think of something to say
It can be short, long, or in the middle
It can be about anything in the world
One sentence can be forty hundred lines in poetry
You can express yourself however you want
And that
Tops it all off