Four Seasons

The seasons are marvelous times of the year. I will write about my favourite time, Spring. This type of poem is called a Month metaphor.

Spring,
It is a seal,
Slipping in after Winter,
And brings life with it.
It is bright and happy,
Like a newborn lamb,
Happy, bright and gamboling along.
Spring brings newborn animals,
Blossoms,
And wonderful opportunites with it.
Spring dances on the breeze,
And ripples the water,
Then after November,
It gets pushed away,
Replaced by Summer.



I used a metaphor in this poem when I said it was a seal, slipping in after winter.