For Every Season
In the spring, old is made new,
From the flowers to the trees, and from the grass to the dew.
New air comes from new trees,
Giving us all another chance to breathe.
The cool air wisps across my face,
Blowing a strand of golden locks to the other side to lay,
The long summer days remind me of sunflowers,
I ran through the corn, and over through the cotton,
Also through the soybeans; they were not forgotten.
The summer's heat, hot on my face,
The toughness of the ground, with green grass, covered like lace.
My favorite season, harvest at its best,
From the beautiful burnt oranges to the vibrant bright reds.
The families carving pumpkins to sit on door stoops,
The children telling stories of spooky spooks,
Mothers and fathers putting up Halloween fun,
Filling bowls of candy for the Halloween run.
The snowflakes fall so beautifully from the white skies,
Parents no longer endure their children's cries.
"Let it snow, let it snow," the children scream,
As their mommies and daddies dress them
for warmth from every stitch and seam.
The smells of Christmas cookies, and a popcorn tree,
Illumination of the soul; what a joy to see.
Little boys and little girls,
Snuggle in bed with their little curls,
Waiting for presents to go under their tree,
While being told about Jesus on Christmas Eve.
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