Between Seasons

Poem about the changing of the seasons

On this cold November morning, 
The time between seasons, 
The time of change, 
Green and brown grass 
Is coated with glass 
And covered 
With prehistoric insects made 
Of clumps of leaves and frost. 
The whole world is frozen in a moment. 

Reviews

[Anastasia_Snow]

Lovely poem, Nick! You describe the changing of the seasons very uniquely and well. It was nice to read. I think that you started and wrapped this poem up very neatly. "On this cold November morning . . . The whole world is frozen in a moment." Great work!
~Anastasia