Seasons change

Summer leaves

are mostly green.

Fall rolls around

killing many brown.

How the seasons do

their dances. We take

no chances when it's

wild! Not the season's

style.

Rough summers!

Mild winters!

Year round, those

trees loose pounds.

Sometimes autumn

falls into winter's timing.

The earth is out of bounds

when wicked seasons go astray.

Where is the rain man,

weather man, or a new man to 

do the ancient rain dance?

Put the seasons back in bounds.

Reviews

[Shasha]

Woh, this is a majestic poem, seasons do their dances is a real great line. Great poem, keep writing!

[ROXANE DORSEY]

THANKS FOR THE NICE REVIEW AND READ.

[Shasha]

My pleasure!