Fall,
Wheat covered,
Wind whipped,
Dirt and mud,
Stones under foot,
Crunch as you step,
Walk through the dry, dead grass,
The forest
Covered in red and orange hues
And stick figure trees,
Nearly winter now
Over the storm drain,
Cloudy sky,
Off to school with you.
Winter,
Bone chilling cold,
Sky clouded,
Soaked with rain,
Grass dead,
Stumble,
Catch your balance,
Stumble,
Fall,
Mud everywhere,
The forest
Covered in sticks
Dead vines,
Leaves crumble under foot
Hidden in mounds of snow,
Shiver over to the storm drain,
Can’t wait ‘till spring,
Get out of the cold,
Run to school.
Spring,
Buds,
On the trees,
Bushes bursting with little green leaves,
Color filtering back into the grass,
Hope coming,
Mind clearing,
Sun shining,
Joy blossoming,
Skip down the path,
The forest
Vivid red buds
Dappled light
Peace forming,
Jump by the storm drain,
Grass getting taller, greener,
Buds on the trees,
You are hesitant for school.
Summer,
Last days of cooler air,
Grass is green and tall,
Fall into it,
Roll down the dandelion covered hill,
Trees are green and thick with leaves,
Laughter fills the air,
So much light,
So much joy,
Sun shining,
The forest
Calm place of shadowed shelter,
Full of cicadas
Chirping away,
You spring to the storm drain,
Graze the waist-high emerald grass
With your hand,
Softly tuck a flower in your hair,
Touch a perfect green leaf
Put it in your pocket,
It’s the last you’ll feel for hours,
You don’t want to go to school.
