• mehekray05 34w


    One of four siblings, 
    the youngest of course. 
    Or am I the oldest? 
    Not really sure. 

    I bring new life 
    and herald the warmth, 
    but hay fever, too, 
    is in my source. 

    Autumn has color 
    but tinged with decay. 
    Some call her Fall. 
    I think she's OK. 

    Not like my bother, 
    cold in his breath. 
    Winter his name, 
    in darkness brings death. 

    Summer's the one
    That gets all the glory
    But brush fires and sunburns are in her story

    So season of choice
    Who will win?
    The one with potential
    Of course its spring