The Snow, Birds, and Leaves, Mia Val

The Snow, Birds, and Leaves

by Mia Val

The trees were frozen and stiff, bending in the wind.

The white carpet felt like wool, falling silently.

The only colors were brown and white, not even a trace of green.

The water was frozen, transformed into slippery mayhem.

The grass was green like yarn, soft and bright.

Birds and butterflies filled the air with their wings.

The sun shone brightly in the clear, warm sky.

The air filled with rain, cleansing the last snow away.

The ground became hard, dry, and a darker green.

The rain stopped falling, as it became hot.

The temperature went up enough to burn fabric.

The breeze stopped and kids played in the water.

The air became colder, kids put on their sweaters.

The ground turned red, yellow, brown, a carpet of crunchiness.

The harvests started producing once more, a variety.

Clouds started gathering in the distance.

Then the cycle repeats.

Each season, separate yet the same.

Winter then Spring.

Then Summer and then Fall.

And then Winter again.