Frost, cold old winter
Harshest of them all,
Turn up all the heaters
Hear the fire roar.

It's springs turn next
Watch the flowers grow!
Everything is green
In a pretty petal show

Summer is much hotter,
Turn up the air con
To hot to go outside
Hide from the blazing sun

Turning to autumn,
Things start to cool down
Four seasons in a year,
Going round & round!
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This poem was written for school but I posted it on here because its a good one, autumn has a shorter verse than the rest because I already have a poem about autumn