I Am, You Are
I am the fall leaf that spins on the branch.
The autumn flower bowing to winter's gaze.
I am the last bird to chase the fleet foot sun
The final cut of skeptical, loon grass.
You are the silent shriek of winter's gasp
The tease of times cryptic temper
You are the promise of menagerie green
The progenitor of silver scent melt
We are the bridge of blended suns rising
The continuance made it possible
We are wakers and sleepers of the in- between
The silent clip of the small hand turning
Welcome to the newborn summer
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