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?
You are a fabulous writer!! Love this poem and will always love your toads!!
Thanks, Donna! I’m no poet, that’s for sure! I just wanted to try something a little different! ❤️
I do not care much for poetry, and find it difficult to understand/appreciate. I like this poem a lot. This one makes sense- and sounds perfect.