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Spring rises and is reborn
   with a warm, glowing morning sun.
May apples, marsh daisies, wild purple, yellow and white violets
   peek from the earth with round glossy greens and flowers.
Wild scallions, stretch tall and gangly, feathering the air
   as the scent of onions wafts through newly cut grass.
Birds sing and seek a mate
   then gather leaves, dry grass and twigs
   for nesting softness for new laid eggs.
March winds gust freely from soft to subtle breezes
   as April rains imbibe the dry brown earth.
Summer ventures back and forth on the sidelines,
   hot and burning to lead prolific days
   spewing vegetation, nature and humankind as they wait.
Life draws in the sun
   and perspiration flows.
It splashes frolicking in the orange, red sun
   failing to be chilled or cooled
   as activity and growth spurt forth.
Summer stretches May to June,
   then July to August and September,
The calendar, no longer true to its flow
   lingers on through Indian summer
   cool yet warming October.
A scene of awesome palette colors displayed
   rising bold and brazen before an ice blue sky.
The trees of autumn appear in softly blushing colors
   to November and December bleeds of hues
   peaches, oranges, apple reds and umbers
Chrysanthemum, asters and blooms
   bid farewell and a last summer goodbye to fall.
Winter drops down, released by a cold, north wind
   that freezes what remains at the change of seasons.
Barren, naked trees and empty gardens
   bland the once lavished earthen shades.
Prior months now fade away
   hardened by December and January chills
   prepping for the New Years snow
It lags January into February
   bringing accumulations of ice and snow.
Everything sleeps, resting
   huddled low in earth and home
   waiting patiently for spring to return.
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