Melissa Terlizzi
Toads to Sleep

Gone are fuzzy bees
And chirping crickets,
Leafy trees,
And shady thickets.
Gone are thunderstorms
And sprouting seeds,
Mosquito swarms,
And millipedes.
I knew summer wouldn't last
And in the cold would creep.
But who's ever ready for the winter blast--
That sends the toads to sleep?