SebastianSB

Little Miss Winter comes pale and frail Her footsteps trailing behind, leaving an iced path Her hood obscures her delicate face The trees shed in her presence The birds start calling out again At the mention of Spring The forest regains its youthful past and the animals They scurry out the doors The summer arrives with fierce footsteps She comes knocking at my door, burning down Flowers cower and worship her The sky breaks apart like an apocalypse for her Fall drops down like a burden on the sky An oncoming warning for the next The trees turn maroon and tint red We jump into the pile of leaves, laughing like small children