Spring is here, winter is gone. Orange, red, yellow colors of a sunrise at dawn. Summer is here, spring has passed away. We play in the sun all day. Fall is here, summer has vanished. Wind is whoosing, pushing, blowing       I don't know how I have managed. Winter is here, fall is out of sight. The ground is all covered in white. ©1998 Gina Wright Falling leaves designed by Lorrie Russell Back To Poetry This page hosted by Geocities