Nature Poems

The fields become cluttered,

From the harsh prairie breeze

When the leaves change color;

When they fall from the trees

The critters they shiver,

This wicked cold they do hate

These three months can be harsh

Winter determines their fate

Some will seek warmth,

They will hide or migrate

Some will seek shelter

Just to sleep, to hibernate

All the while humans smile,

Throw snowballs and build forts

Bruised elbows from slipping,

And playing winter sports

But during night the wind howls,

It shrieks and it roars

The ground covered with white,

The cold seeps through house doors

So we cover with blankets,

We build big warm fires

Because the cold will grab hold,

As if to squeeze you with pliers

This season is tough

But life manages to get through

Withstanding winter

Not much more you can do