National Poetry Month, Day 16
Submitted by Sandra Price
Symphony of the Seasons
Spring’s song bursts forth in warbled note,
As woodland sports a light green coat.
Hot Summer hums and croaks and trills.
Her gentle breeze too quickly stills.
Crisp rustling leaves and wild geese call
Announce that Summer’s bowed to Fall.
As north winds howl and nights grow long,
Old Winter dreams of Spring’s sweet song.
-Sandra Price
Poem of the Month 
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