Winter without snow

In 2007, the winter wasn't very snowy. It also wasn't a very good year for me. This poem is kind of sad or emo in some areas but whatever. I really like nature and stuff and this poem is all about the Seasons.

The fall of pain has come and gone with its color; going out in a show.

Winter is now here, and all I see around me is the purely dead.

There is now happy snow on Christmas for all the kids to play in.

As every day goes by, I weep in woe and pity.

What's this?

It's just rain.

Rain, the clouds are weeping with me.

How many people have cried out in pain?

Some days are dry and some days are wet.

But today it's crisp.

The snow is here!

The kids are happy.

The gray day is now bright.

Everything looks so pure and innocent.

There is infinite snow, ice, and fun, yet it all goes away so easily.

 

Spring is the time of the year for growth.

Plants and loves are reborn.

It rains still, but this rain is different than in winter.

This rain is for growth.

When you go through the rain, there is more beauty in the colors of everyting.

The sun is the source of all warmth, and everyday is getting warmer.

 

Summer is too hot.

Water, need more.

Everything is starting to age, the prime of life.

Everywhere it is bright as the days are longer.

 

Then the colors change, and it is fall.

Fall, the time of beauty in death.

Author's Note

So very sorry for any errors.