Winter starts this part,
with its pure yet featureless face.
Harsh Winds. Chill Bones.
Quiet Emptiness
Spring-time dazzles and shines,
it’s odors caress the nose.
Sweet Lilacs. Dancing Bees.
A sight desired to behold
Summer is like a still life,
of the Spring-time’s flashy growth
Warm Rains. Sunny Shores.
Content with nothing more
Fall is not the end,
but a maturation through lost time.
Vivid Colors. Clear Skies.
A realization of is splendor
Winter longs to come back in…
But Spring has taken hold
I pray winter not return
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