IT’S COMING
There’s a change developing
without permission. It alters
life and space. Oceans, sky, and
rivers all submit to the oncoming
of seasons.
Summer is the briefest of children,
Fading in the infancy of its beginning.
Warm air and onshore breezes tease us
between showers.
Fall changes green into orange and red
Flowers are defeated by frost. Brown
and gray become the standard colors.
Winter pounds on doors and scratches
windows. Fierce winds find every corner.
Snow becomes the white of everything.
Spring breathes life. Early growth crawls
out to be noticed. There is hope. The
aroma is clean.
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