Pretty colors in the trees

Orange, yellow, browns and greens

So many colors that are seen

Such a beauty, I only see in my dreams

Falling leaves hit the ground

Floating freely, don’t make a sound

Breezes blow, through the trees

Pollen fly’s and makes you sneeze.

All the leaves on the ground, Winters next stop

Cold air constant as winds blow, temperatures drop

Black ice on the black top

Huge icicles hanging from homes

Igloo forts in the shape of domes

Snow melts seasons change again

Want to be warm, just waiting for weatherman to say when

Here comes Spring, animals wake from their sleep

Standing on the mountainside are the sheep

Seasons changing with color of the leaves