LW Poetry
This feature showcases original poems by members of the Creative Writers Club of Leisure World and other GRF members.
The Seasons
Wintertime is cold, but nice Water turns itself to ice. Springtime gets a little hotter Ice turns itself back into water. Summer’s still hotter by degrees You see green leaves on all the trees. Autumn gives us weather fair But leaves the trees without their hair.
—Dave Crandall
