Seasons Poem by Kayla Clark

Dew blankets the eager buds
Curious rays peek through the trees
Wakening the bugs
Darkness is shed like sleeves

Wind whispers to the knobby eaves
An enchanting language
Engulfed in heat, Earth grieves
At war for relief, Wind is vanquished

The bite of Cold creeps in
Keen and unforeseen
Bugs meet their death, what a sin
Trees are painted warm, a stunning scene

Jack Frost reigns victorious, a terrible thing
Flowers are bent, praying for Spring