The Most Wonderful Time of the Year:
Silent snowfalls and crackling fires.
Skates gliding against ice, hands rubbing against one another.
The hectic rush of last-minute shopping.Snores from hibernating fathers, and whispers between siblings.
Michael Bublé and Josh Groban on repeat, All I Want For Christmas Is You.
Family and friends cheering and clinking their glasses,
“Happy New Year!”
Ice is melting, and so the rivers are flowing again!
The birds are chirping, the bees are a-buzzing.
Can you hear the rain on the roof,
Or the thunder boom outside of your bedroom?
The kids are outside, playing and laughing—
Until somebody falls off their bike, and scrapes their knee.
Bats are hitting balls, crowds are going wild,
And the kids are stressing over finals.
The last ring of the bell goes off, and then school’s out;
Which means so are the children. As the sun goes down,
Crickets sing and frogs croak, giving fireflies music to dance to.
The teenagers are off to all the parties—at least, until the sirens sound.
Speaking of sirens, the traffic is only getting worse
The closer we get to Robert Moses.
The waves are crashing, the music is booming,
And it’s finally time to relax.
It’s the Most Beautiful Time of the Year:
Crisp leaves crunch under my boots, as well as the bodies
Of children who jump into the neat piles their parents raked.
Groans made by teenagers in their waking moments
Every day remind you that school is back in session.
The office buzzes of gossip, and talks of costume ideas arise
For when the kids get to “Trick or Treat” and “Boo!” the neighbors.
But, thankfully, you’ll be inside, watching Hocus Pocus for the millionth time.
Prompt: Write about the seasons in terms of sound.