Emily Toten

Trees rustle in Spring

anticipating delight

at returned green leaves.

Summer brings the Sun

closer to its satellite 

and Earths basks in light.

When Autumn returns

she paints all of those green leaves

reds browns and yellows.

Now it's Winter's turn

and with her, she brings a sheet

and says, "Time to sleep."

Then, someday we wake

and Spring's shower, now we take

Continuing on.