Thursday, March 28, 2013

Seasons

The sky is blue, sweet summer's shred,
light-tied to Autumn's tail,
the sun is shining, smiling bright,
to warm the wind-chilled day.

And as both speak their message drapes,
cross cloud and curious breeze;
a banner brave and radiant still,
though clasping Winter's knees.

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