Poems ✍️

Winter's now gone, so pull up a sleeve.
Springs now arrived with new air to breath.
Forget the berries and the fallen leaves
snow upon mountains and the tops of trees.
forget about winter and her weather so cold.
A gate is now opening, with a path of gold.
Tread the path where spring is dawning.
See the ponds where frogs are spawning.
Tiny buds upon the trees, forsythia blowing in
the breeze.Birds are singing and the brook
runs free, and there is the sound of the bumble bee.
This path you tread is full of beauty, where
Mother Nature is doing her duty.
This path has sign posts here and there
which reads of autumn, winter and summer fare.
Take summer fare that's not far away
it's where you will have a beautiful day.
The path of Autumn is next to come
but it may get colder and you feel like going home.
The winter path, well that's forgotton,
gone, kaput and totally rock bottom.