Summer’s summer
alla time
and Winter’s winter, too,
but just before
those days that bore
are seasons moving through. . .
We Jump
and Tumble
into them–
Just spring and fall
carefree,
when blooms burst forth
and leaves change course
the trees act differently. . .
They’re not just shade
–they’re time, renewed–
still more than brilliant foliage
they’re mothers proud
and branches loud
in lee that boasts collage
And meadows, too
host flowers, you
might posie-pick and gift,
mementos saved
in pages, they
perfume the leaves you sift
Yes celebrate
these fleeting days
that border
sun and snow
too soon they pass
and lost contrast
of going back to grow.
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