by Mary Kamman
I am a fresh-air season.
This season is filled with warm air from the sun.
The trees are filled with leaves.
My season has clear skies.
I’m filled with joy.
I turn to summer after a while.
Summer’s around a corner with warm weather.
I’m full of sunshine,
I am spring!
I am filled with moist-air.
I have chilly days when the clouds cover the sun.
These trees are bare and naked.
But mine has foggy skies.
I’m gloomy and filled with sadness.
And I turn to winter, the coldest season.
Winter is just next door with the chilly breeze.
I don’t have a lot of sunlight.
I am fall!