Enjoy this seasonal poem by seventh grader Christopher Thayer.
Seasons
by Christopher Thayer
When the flakes as white as paper drizzle lightly on my palm, I wonder to myself
when Summer will come. When I watch my breath float in the air, I wonder to myself
when Summer will come. Just a few more months, I say to myself.
When the new flowers in the yard start to bloom, I wonder to myself
when Fall will come. When the bees fly from flower to flower, I wonder to myself
when Fall will come. Just a few more months I say to myself.
When I look at the windows splattered with rain, I wonder to myself
when Winter will come. When the heat turns on because the AC is cracked I wonder to myself
when Winter will come. Just a few more months, I say to myself.
When the rainbow-type flowers around me let their petals fall, I wonder to myself
when Spring will come. When the leaves colored like flames drop to the ground, I wonder to myself
when Spring will come. Just a few more months, I say to myself.
This blog post reflects the opinions of the author and does not necessarily represent the views of Brooklyn Public Library.
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