with little green stains flowing
lightly from the twining browns...
So my mind is in autumn with
flow-pretty colors turning light to bright.
So change my mind to white, when
it�s pale at night and in day it will
blind you by sight!
Now you know that I think of snow,
Yes Winter it be!
Turn me round and round and round to little yellow's
on the ground, green stemmed and little
high, yes it�s Spring I sigh!
Now chase me here to green; red; blue;
yellow; purple; pink; and even white!!
Yes it�s summer at your sight!
After-thought
I made this poem when I was in school a long time ago. It was a class assignment, for this particular poem we had to describe a place, scene, or landscape. So I looked out the window and saw the leaves on the ground and twisted leafless branches. And I wrote a poem describing the seasons as in a picture of a landscape.
