Seasons winter spring summer and fall
Winter the first starts the year off cold
She darts and skates around having a ball
Still winter knows about getting old
Spring takes her place with a smile
She brings lots of gifts mainly flowers
She departs shortly after with style
Summer bounds in for a few hours
Saving the humans from great distress
Then runs away for a different day
Fall comes in all ready to impress
He turns the leaves into child’s play
He says good day than darts away
The seasons all perfect in a way

my five Sense poem: called - Rage

Rage
Rage is the color of onyx
It sounds like blood pulsing through your veins, silencing the rest of the world
It tastes ( here is where im lost do u have a suggestion??? )
And smells like something prudent
It looks like your head will explode
It makes you feel dangerous