Seasoned Magicians: Onomatopoeia Poem for Kids about Seasons

Seasoned Magicians 

I can wake a zillion flowers, make the trees turn pink 

I can switch on April Showers, greet a lamb’s first blink 

I can start a birdsong choir, splash the whole world green 

I can lift the sun up higher, pause a hedgehog’s dream 

SHAZAM! KAZAM! SHA-ZING! KA-PING! 

I am Super-Sorcerer SPRING 

I can colour every petal, paint the rainbows bright 

I make bees all petal-settle, flood the Earth with light 

I can kiss the nation’s faces, pump the fruit with juice 

I fly friends to far off places, chase off clouds. Vamoose! 

IZZY WIZZY! BUZZY-HUMMER! 

I am Spell-Enchanter SUMMER 

 I undress the trees in millions, turn their leaves to gold 

I give flight to birds in billions, welcome back The Cold 

I can summon ghosts and witches, hang a Harvest Moon 

I can tailor zombies’ stitches, squall a gusty tune 

HOCUS-POCUS! HAUNTUM! TAUNTUM! 

I am Alchemistress AUTUMN 

I can put the world on freeze, ice the mountain tops 

I can make the humans sneeze, tower toys in shops 

I can end and start a year, sprinkle froggy spawn 

I make myself disappear and conjure spring’s new dawn 

AJJI MAJJI! JINGLE! SPLINTER! 

I am Wistful Wizard WINTER 

The Great Four Seasons’ Mystic Fusion 

A magic show without illusion 

Mark Bird