The Three Seasons
I missed the summer this year.
It simply never came.
Instead I watched the raindrops
Roll down my window pane.
Spring with vibrant promise
Didn't wish to linger,
And now the autumn's misty chill
Is stretching out it's fingers.
Winter's soft white blanket
Will soon lie on the land,
But whisper that another spring
Will soon be close at hand.
Copyright © Rufus Reed | Year Posted 2012
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