Seasons

Summer showers pass, the fast does not last,

Except for the poor straying souls that starve;

Still expected to remedy the past

Misdemeanours they did not themselves carve.

Reluctant to release its fiery nip,

Autumn holds onto its cold, brazen frost;

Occasional thaws calm a brittle tip,

Anxiety leaves as red trees count the cost.

Deep winter blankets cushion, howls and blows,

Comfort drawn from the store is forgiving.

The starry visitation comes and goes,

We remember that life is worth living.

Spring, oh at last, does bring ample bounty;

Time to feast – fruit released from its beauty.

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