Green Season

 

The green is soft as fluff.

Green grass is poking out.

The water is clean as glass.

The birds are chirping.

The flowers are growing.

The trees are greening.

 

Mud Season

 

Mud is very squishy

And black

And brown.

It can have sticks in it.

Mud is water and ground glue.

People step in it.

I don’t like being muddy,

And I wish for spring and summer to come.

When I see the blobby mud,

My brain sees the green, fuzzy tree leaves.

 

 

 

I fly through the sky, watching the dogs.

I help the mushers on the trail.

I videotape the whole challenging race.

The wind howls around me.

I am an Iditarod airplane.