If The Seasons Could Talk

If The Seasons Could Talk

A Poem by Shayna Joyce


What is October to the month of June?

I can always spy her condescending eye

Holding up a far more desirable moon

Looking forward to those fireworks in July


But october always had those warm apple pies

Possessing the best thirty first of all the rest

Sweet with candy, away from pesky flies

And getting lost in a hay maze with only the best


With a chuckle from june, she proceeds to protest

For spring is the season kids crave the most

No teacher, no homework, no essays, no tests

I’d much rather that than dress up as a ghost


Giving her what she wants, he carries on with a grin

With a juicy red apple, he bites away with no regrets

© 2014 Shayna Joyce

Author's Note

Shayna Joyce
Photo credit: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/04/Four_seasons.jpg

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I was born in the month of October, and I really love autumn and Halloween, pumpkins and candies; although I only developed my liking for these things from television shows because I live in the tropics and we do not have the four seasons. Nonetheless, I have always viewed these seasonal changes as something wonderful.

I have enjoyed the clear, amusing tone of the poem.
Thank you for sharing!

Posted 8 Years Ago

A very good poem for the seasons. I live in Michigan. I like the four seasons. Allow us to know different kind of days and weather. I enjoyed the conversation in the poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on May 7, 2014
Last Updated on December 4, 2014
Tags: spring, fall, seasons, fireworks, july, apple, pie, 30, hay, maze, hay maze, candy, kids, no, homework, regrets, flies, condescending

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