Summer turned
And was startled
For directly behind her
Winter waved through the mists of Autumn.
She ran and hid
Among the trees,
But the icy fingers of Winter
Reached out
Stripping her of her finery.
Summer panicked.
As she fled,
Winter stood laughing.
A. Jill Gaebel 2009
TheWanderingBoo
wonderful poetry
A. JILL GAEBEL replied
Thank you very much, Boo. I wrote this when I was about 17 years old. Loooong time ago!