Air in the sky drops
Air in the sky drops
I’m from a house of seasonal smells; from autumn leaves, to pine cone trees, to summer breeze.
I’m from a little town called Columbia on busy 5th and Union where the sounds of sirens surround us.
I’m from a mom of many years and a step daddy after a few.
I’m from a couple of brothers and just one sister.
I’m from the lands of Ocean City Maryland with the waves that hit us.
I’m from fun games and silly play from back in the day.
I’m from watching music videos to learn to make my own.
I’m from my annoying little brother, always trying to top us.
I’m from writing in my journal because I never really had a fellow.
I’m from variety of tastes because my mom swore she was Rachael Ray.
I’m from looking up at the sky asking for forgiveness on my lies.
I’m from never knowing, but continuing to keep going.
I’m from putting others before me.
I’m from depression that taught me a very big lesson.
I’m from never letting go and saying to myself “ you got this for sho”.
I’m from a little big mouth that always liked to shout.
I’m from a girl that never was understood, but everyone seemed to know me.
I’m from learning to survive by myself because really, I have no one else.
The leaves fall off trees
into piles of pretty leaves
while there’s a cool breeze
It’s not too hot, not too cold
Hot Chocolate in hand, very nice to hold
Leaves on the ground, a beautiful sight
Sunset of blues and reds romantically ending a night
Pumpkins are placed, on many doorsteps
Sweaters and vests, a fall outfit for preps
When winter comes around I’m very sad
The super brisk weather makes me mad.
I’ll miss you when you go
I’m not ready for snow.
— Alexis Alleman
Leaves begin to fall
chilly weather starts to set
fall is beginning
— Savannah Byrnes
Snowflakes falling down
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Winter has set in
1. Fall, the in-between season
Weather changes, and lavish colors shine throughout
scarves and coffee chatter together
2. Miles of straight wooded walks
Beaches to relax and castles to make
Oh how one loves beaches
3. Friends, good, bad, and ugly
There for you as you for them
elegance in their childlike grace
— Zach H.
Warm sun on your skin
waves slapping the sand and shore
beach time all the time
Summer is coming
the leaves are growing back fast
the sun will be out
Quiet, dark, lifeless, winds are harsh
Forcing me to take shelter
A heavy coat
So full of warmth
Maybe the protection of a house
Sipping hot chocolate by a sizzling fire
Wrapped tightly in a quilt
Snug as a bug in a rug
I’m content, it’s soothing
It settles outdoors
I face it
A tiny snowflake melts on my tongue
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The rain brings in flowers.
Sunshine makes people happy.
The weather is lovely.
Hot, sticky, weather.
Joyful sounds of freedom.
Radiant clear skies.
Different colors on the ground.
Winter Wonderland fun.
Each day brings something new.
Up all night hearing crickets chirp.
It’s time to find a hobby.
– Shae Maher
Where we can finally be happy
And not feel crappy.
We can stay up all night
And see the stars looking so bright.
We can chill out by the pool
And act like a fool.
Finally, we can relax and let loose
and sip on some lemonade juice.
The sky is angry.
It billows and screams at the world.
It shakes and rattles the houses.
It cries and yells for all the wrongdoing.
All of a sudden it is at peace.
The sky is asleep and all is right with the world again.
Relax by the pool all day.
Buy fresh fruit from amish stands.
Sleep all day, party all night.
My favorite time of the year.
Pool parties with friends and family.
Hot sand in between my toes.
When the snow is finally gone, and the flowers are blooming again: I am looking forward to being able to walk and take pictures, and sit on my deck reading. I will go down to the creek and wade in the water and feel the fish brush against my ankles and swim around without a care in the world. I will stay out late at night with my friends, sitting in our yards watching the stars, and walk up the yellow lines on the road close to midnight. It will the fun of last year, but better. With stronger and new friendships. Until then though, these will only be Spring Time Dreams in my wintery night slumber.
I am looking forward to spring because I love warm weather and flowers. I like seeing things grow and little plants become flowers. I love seeing the sun and staring at the clouds. I like hearing and seeing birds and feel the sun on my face. I even like seeing all the rain we get during spring. I love to play outside while its raining and get all wet, it’s warm and the rain is cool.
No responsibilities, sleeping in, summer time.
Covering up, making it up, hidden.
Street lights expose you to shadows.
Spring has sprung upon us,
The snow now melted and crushed.
leaving no more traces behind,
I have been lost and caught up in my mind.
In the spring preparations,
For the great Spring celebration.
Dust, clean, cook,
I will get finished by hook or by crook.
Spring has been blessed upon us by mother nature,
We judge the course of spring by the shadow of a creature.
The spring frog.
All silly ways to judge the course of spring,
The seasons all go round in a ring.
And now we are in the great season of Spring.
I dislike winter track too cold
I can hardly breath or run
Distance running is the worst thing
Summer breeze through the scene,
Summer is almost here,
We are all with our peers,
Awaiting for the summer to come,
Out is the sun,
We come to have fun,
It is the best time of year,
We live without fear.
The cool fall is the season.
Football is the sport.
The very best time of year.
Drink a sweet iced tea
Watching wild flowers sway
Loving summer time.