Fall to Winter to Fall

by Ari Webb


I like it when the breeze hits my face.
The leaves fall all over this place.
Why not make a leaf pile as big as the trees?
“Why not?” my brother said in the breeze.

We piled and piled, but it began to rain.
My dad called us in just to have some grain.
The rain turned to pouring, then snowing.
My mom called us to bed. Dreaming...

The snow was three feet high, drowning me in the breeze.
I woke up from my dream with the snow on top of me.
Walking inside, I wondered if I was outside,
Then I saw the broken window on my side.

It started warming up, melting the snow.
The wind began to blow.
My brother and I started the leaf pile once more.


Copyright © 2015 by Ari Webb

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