Summer, Come Back

Seasons come,

seasons go

My favorite is the one

with snow

Where black paved streets turn angel white,

and kisses of the wind

turn cheeks red, so bright

When families have snowball fights and sled

and mother lets you drink hot cocoa in bed

Hands insulated in warm woolen mittens

no longer swat away bugs, good riddance

But I’ll have to wait,

because fall is almost here

Football tears

and pumpkin beers

Crisp brown leaves

falling off the tall trees

 

 

 

 

 

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