Seasons

Winter gave way to spring,
Spring will be gone soon,
Then summer will come to us,
Hot weather, and bugs.
After that Autumn wind
Will blow the trees dead.
Lastly, winter will move again
And darkness will descend.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think! I am interested in any critiques.

Reviews

[BrynnaW.]

The ending on your poem is perfect. The rest feels more so factual than anything else. I think it'd be great if you could expand on each season. Tell and make us feel what is so great or what is so dreadful about these seasons because we only have Summer and Winter slightly described to us. You could make us feel that all the seasons are wonderful and they bring light hearts and then as you go into Winter, make us feel the darkness. I do like the ending though, very enjoyed.

[Mabojang]

Thank you so much for your comment! I knew this poem needed some work, and your suggestions will do just fine. I will re look at it through the wonderful lense you have provided.