The warmth in the air,
The buzzing of bees,
The sweet smell of tulips,
Covered in pollen,
The smell of old, dry, dusty bark
Struggling to stay stuck to the trees.
That was SPRING.
Remember that time,
The clear still glass of refreshing water,
The blazing hot sun,
And the tall, green grass,
The beautiful chirping of that bird,
High above your head,
Perched on that branch.
The juicy ripe fruit,
And the dark seaweed
Covering the salty sea.
That was SUMMER.
Remember that time,
The multi coloured leaves,
Falling slowly, hitting the ground,
With not a sound to be heard.
Quickly moving rakes,
The giant damp leaf piles.
And the big fights,
The cold chill air that get shoved
Down your back.
That was AUTUMN.
Remember that time,
Cold frosty mornings
And the ice covered windows.
The gliding snowflakes swoop from the sky,
Landing on the white covered ground.
The deep tyres tracks engraved in mud.
Your skis gliding down the busy hill
Dodging the obstacles.
Your warm thick mittens
The warmth of your hot chocolate as it passes your lips
Your bright blazing fire,
As the coziness runs out to tickle your toes.
That was WINTER.
by Alice K
Inspired by That was Summer by Marci Ridlon
