Spring

Frost waves us farewell

Silent nature wakens now,

Make way for new life.

Summer

If it doesn’t come

From your arms I never want

To be warm again.

Autumn

Sun smoked bats fly-

Drifting slow through dying trees

Clutching restless pups.

Winter

Icing sugar glaze,

Blanketing my sleeping town

A promise of Christmas.

– Molly Johnston