Four all sea sons. Floral see suns. For all seasons.
Spring awakes like a baby discovering senses thought lost the blossoms bloom into the dragon that is Summer in all of it's fire and feverish fervor
falling from gracelessness like mudslides into Autumn
descending into the tundra that is Winter...
...but the winner, is the grace of a dead leaf floating gently
in the glowing light
that will soon
glisten in ice.
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