AS Poetry

Have a few minutes?
Enjoy some fun seasonal poetry.

Select a title for a moment of fun!

Gone are the warm days and autumn now comes, the air turns crisp as the summers day is done.

It’s in the morning sunrise, the yellow and purple hues that November’s song is heard coming through.

Winter's parade comes but once a year
with sleigh bells jingling for all to hear

Tis the season to be jolly
and it’s easy with all the bells, Christmas cheer, and holly.