MY CHANGING SEASONS

I am participating in Sian's Storytelling Sundays happening the first Sunday of every month. I decided to do a poem for this month because I am so looking forward to spring. I take a walk each morning, and I have asthma so am very conscious of the changing seasons.


In winter, the air is frosty cold on my morning walk.
I watch the children running to their school bus,
And the snow is still white and pure on the ground.

In spring, I wear a raincoat and carry an umbrella on my morning walk.
Anticipating a hot cup of tea while looking through the seed catalogs,
And a robin pulls at a wiggling worm struggling on the ground.

In summer, humidity clings to my lungs while on my morning walk.
A neighbor is cleaning his swimming pool for a party later,
And dandelions are poking their heads up on the ground.

In autumn, the smell of burning leaves permeates my morning walk.
We throw handfuls of colorful leaves at each other,
And the leaves lazily fall from the trees in piles on the ground.