A Change Of Seasons

• A'ida Shaw, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

I am a bear,
As I plod to my den,
I think of the things autumn leaves behind and
I pause to bask in the last warm glow of the sun.

Nuts, leaves, red, gold and brown,
As I walk through the trees
I remember the colours gone by.
Happiness fills my heart.

The trees are now bare,
The berries are gone…
An icy wind ruffles my fur
And I feel the hungry chill of winter in my bones.

Squirrels scurry, all in a hurry,
Back to their homes as night comes.
Sleepily now, I enter my den.
As winter comes in I sleep til the spring.