Seasons, by Josie, Form 6

Winter is a terrorist.

He snatches the last traces of summer and steals the only life leaving the landscape barren, bare and cold.

He fears only spring, who melts his cold ice and brings back life to the earth, turning the snow to fresh rain. He causes the rabbit to cower and keep its white coat.

 

Summer is a cicada, chirping in the green, green grass.

Only when the first rays of sunlight warm the earth,

May he spread his wings and fly.

 

Spring is a gurgling burn.

He trickles down the mountain, watering the flowers as he goes, letting the animals drink from his pure waters.

Their thirst takes control of them though and his last forgotten droplets are burnt by the sun as it rises to take his place and start summer.

 

Autumn is a brittle conker, thudding on the ground,

Finding nuts for squirrels and preparing the animals for the long and hard winter ahead.

He is whisked away by a child who sickens him by soaking him in vinegar; his hard work never pays off.

Then he is cracked and left to rot in the long, hard winter, while all the animals he helped are tucked away, warm and full through all of it.


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