Changing Seasons

April laughs with daffodils;
Dogwoods bloom in May.
June sings out the roses;
Summer’s on its way.

Fish are darting in the creek;
Frogs bask on a log.
The lazy days are long and sweet
They calm the frisky dog.

Soon enough the air will cool;
The breeze will bring the chill.
The leaves will fall and wither there,
Upon a frosty hill.

So daily here while time is ripe;
These days pass much too soon.
For winter then will settle in
Beneath a frigid moon.

Then I’ll snuggle by the fire
And wrap myself in dreams,
Remembering those summer days
When I dabbled in the streams.

I’ll hibernate till spring returns
And brings back warming sun.
Then I shall cast my coat aside
And join some summer fun.